Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right