If Love Doesn't Make A Fool Of

We Make Our Own Choices And We're Each Responsible For Them. Blame And Credit Belong To The Individual. You Haven't The Right To Claim Either From Someone Else.

Sometimes I Just Want To Gobble You Whole, Eat You Alive. You're So Gorgeous. You're So Beautiful.

He Wouldn't Mention, Now Or Then, The Illegal Nine-millimeter Automatic He Had In His Pocket. Why Distress The Woman You Loved With Minor Details?

She Gazed Toward The Marsh That Grew Thicker, Deeper, Greener With Approaching Summer. Mosquitoes Whined In There, Breeding In The Dark Water. Alligators Slid Through It, Silent Death. It Was A Place Where Snakes Could Slither And Bogs Could Suck The Shoe Right Off Your Foot. And It Was A Place, She Thought, That Went Bright And Beautiful With The Twinkling Of Fireflies, Where Wildflowers Thrived In The Shade And The Stingy Light. Where An Eagle Could Soar Like A King. There Was No Beauty Without Risk. No Life Without It.

She Was The Only Woman He Was Afraid He Would Beg For.