Follow the path that leads to YES.
Follow the signs - YES
          the arrows - YES
The path is well-marked.

One day a dad and his boy, so free
Planted a seed so that one day a tree
Would grow and give shade when the days got hot.
Then the boy left home, but the tree grew not.

The tree grew not, but the boy thought it had.
He remembered with fondness, that day with his dad.
He imagined that tree growing more every day.
But the tree, long ago, had withered away.

Come to me my bonny boy,
And wear your coat of leather.
I'll be near the apple tree
Where last we were together.
Where last I kissed your bonny lips
In secret rendezvous.
Where last you laid me on the grass
In springtime's morning dew.
The apple tree has born it's fruit,
Yet we have not born ours.
So meet me on this chilly night
Beneath the sheath of stars.
Where I shall feed you pomegranate
And you shall break my trance.
Where Harvest Moon will illuminate
Our joyful lover's dance.

Who left whom?
You left first, with a full explanation.
I left next, with merely a note.
You left finally with absence and silence.
I left for good for another world.

Who returned?
You returned first, but I didn't greet you.
I returned next, and you offered a kind word.
You returned again, but I was away.
I returned recently, and you held me briefly.
We exchanged greetings and smiles.
Yet we are irretrievably severed.

Isolde, listen to me.
You must go home to your husband.
Go quickly.
Tristan's love is poison.
It will **** you both.
Save yourself.
Save him.
Turn around, go home.
Everything depends on this courageous act.
Tristan is not the golden love you long for.
Send him away - back to the mist from where he came.
Yes, look toward the mist, now and then,
     to remember how close you came to
     the dragon's breath.

I love you when you're with me
And when you're far away.
I love you in the moonlight
And at the break of day.

I love you over coffee.
I love you with your coke.
I love you when I want to
And even when I don't.

Let others look for their soul mates, their one true loves.
But not me - I know the secret.
I won't search for what I already have in the shoebox under my bed.
I'll not die an inch from the treasure.