The letter was addressed: From Agnes With Love
It arrived from above, in the beak of a dove
My heart it had seemed to stop in its place
But it started to race, when I saw your face
The years had shown through your beauty in lines
A few more then the time, when I called you mine.
The photo brought memories of pain and of bliss
On the back was your kiss, and the word "remanice"
Was it a cruel taunt, or did you crave me?
I thought as I walked nervously, to your cottage to see.

"The only difference between a winner and a loser is a winner plays until he wins."

Wild on the rope i swing
What child like hope you bring
Everytime you smile at me
While dangling on the cliff of doom
A strangling of a stiffest gloom
Like spangling of a lifting broom
You bringeth a smile to me

Dolefully trudge to my chamber this night.
Carrying burden of this inimical plight.
Scrawling as a means to drop this weight light.
But alas, who will read these words that I write?

On this evening, I recognized my surroundings in a fog of longing and desire with such potency to unfurl the flags that protect us from our true soul. And as the thoughts race through my spirit I feel the urge to allow thee entry into my true self as I invite you to join, for you there is a vacancy

Oh fairest maiden dressed in blue,
with blessed eyes i gaze at you.
Your lips speak volumes, no need to talk.
You are my shadow this lonely walk.

And i believe some people make themselves bad just to make the rest of the world seem better by comparison