She Was Singed, Bleeding, Bruised, And Furiously

If You Don't Read For Pleasure, You'll Lose Your Edge As A Writer.

The Tune Was Sad, As The Best Of Ireland Was, Melancholy And Lovely As A Lover's Tears.

Love Wasn't The Soft, Silky Words The Poets Spoke Of. Love,with It's Twin Edges, Was The One Factor That Weakened So Many Women, That Pushed Them To Compromised Their Own Wants, Their Own Needs For The Needs And Wants Of Another.

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

Tom: If You Love With Kindness, Even When You Can't Love With Permanence, You'll Deserve The One Who's Worthy Along That Path For You.