- No, No... She Shook Her Head

Where Do You Wanna Belong?" I Half Whispered. His Expression Changed With Quicksilver Speed, Amusement Dancing In His Eyes. "anywhere They Don't Want Me." -hardy Cateses & Liberty Jones

Shaw...has A Woman Ever Asked You To Write A Poem For Her?" "good God, No," Gideon Replied With A Snicker. "shaws Don't Write Poetry. They Pay Others To Write It For Them And Then Take The Credit For It.

Women. You'll Interpret Anything As Love. You See A Man Wearing An Idiotic Expression, And You Assume He's Been Struck By Cupid's Arrow When In Reality, He's Digesting A Bad Turnip.

I've Always Started Every Day By Going To The Window For A Glimpse Of The Sky. But Now I Won't Have To." "why Not?" She Asked Softly. "because I'll See The Blue Of Your Eyes Instead." "how Romantic You Are," She Murmured With A Grin, Kissing Him Gently. "but Don't Worry. I Won't Tell Anyone.

I Had To Wait For Someone Special. Someone Who Would Make My Heart Feel As If It's Been Trampled By Elephants, Thrown Into The Amazon, And Eaten By Piranhas.