As I look into your eyes there's always signs that temper my soul. To ease my tensions as the paradox of my passions. Stay with me to be part of my fashion with you my love. Let my nights be cold if I'm not lying next to you. Then let my mornings be blue if our love isn't true when I'm never with you. Let my feeling's be  part of my desire. As my heart feels up with a passionate fire. Knowing you tell me the truth without any lies. When my obsessions rule my mind then let it only be in our sessions of tender loving cuddles and kisses. Because you are my only Mrs. Leaving only our love rendered in our souls to show us the meaning of our lives.

These terrorists don't understand all they have is the wrong agenda.  Leaving us to bare the scars we all remember. If they all read there holy books right the armed forces all wouldn't need to be in this fight. Black and white as they keep us away from the darkness they help us bring fourth the light.

So wild are the graves with carved stone names. With souls of heaven and hell with different stories to tell. On angles wings do the good leave this world. As the evil in death sees the devil in god's firey spell. Unquenchable by no water or heavenly well.

Everything what goes up must come down. The only thing on this earth that doesn't is your age.

A true intellectual must learn how to read and write with thoughts of the mind. knowing the ways of our true intellectuals in our time.

Artisticology is the worship of art.

My emotions gathered in the mist to confess my undying love for thy. With spells of the sun peering through a solement cloud showing we had so much fun. Knowing our love affair carried on till the morning sun. While my lucent heart beats with a plenum of sensations to fill the stars. In a void of pure pleasure to never relinquish my feelings I have for you my darling Janet.