I Didn't Seem To Have That Effect

And Still The Brain Continues To Yearn, Continues To Burn, Foolishly, With Desire. My Old Man's Brain Is Mocked By A Body That Still Longs To Stretch In The Sun And Form A Beautiful Shape In Someone Else's Gaze, To Lie Under A Blue Sky And Dream Of Helpless, Selfless Love, To Behold Itself, Illuminated, In The Golden Light Of Another's Eyes.

I Don't Get Nearly Enough Credit In Life For The Things I Manage Not To Say.

Things Happen And Once They Start Happening You Pretty Much Just To Hold On For Dear Life And See Where They Drop You When They Stop.

I've Noticed That The Magic Getting Along With Someone Isn't Really Magic. If You Break It Down, You Can See How It Happens. You Say Something A Bit Off-center And See If They React. If They Get It, They Push It A Bit Further. Then It's Your Turn Again. And Theirs. And So On, Until It's Banter. Once It's Banter, It's Friendship.

I Noticed That Once You Realize Someone's Watching You It's Pretty Hard Not To Find Yourself Watching Them Back.