No One Looks Back And Regrets Leaving

Love’s Secret Is Always Lifting Its Head Out From Under The Covers, “here I Am!”

There Is Nothing I Want But Your Presence. In Friendship, Time Dissolves.

For Sixty Years I Have Been Forgetful Every Minute, But Not For A Second Has This Flowing Toward Me Stopped Or Slowed.

Every Love Outside Of His Love, Is Pain.

You Moan, "she Left Me." "he Left Me," Twenty More Will Come.