Maybe you could be mine or maybe well be entwined aimless in this sexless foreplay.

It isnt possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love ignore it muddle it but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right love is eternal.

Lets not be too harsh where poets are concerned. They have to live in no-mans-land halfway between dreams and reality.

A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.

Two forces create eternity a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.