There in the grass fields she lays
Soaking in the orange ambience from the sky
How beautiful it is for a summer day
How clam it is to see the birds fly

No care in mind, no sight to seek
Just the gentle wind
A small kiss to her cheek
Just a reminder of when we were friends

As we move down to the shore
I see the color shift
It’s so dark, but she shines at her core
I become distracted, I become adrift

How could I be ever so lucky
To catch the sun and bring it with
For with her who needs luck
Tell me, tell me is it a myth?

Love is strong. You are mauled and you come crawling back. You are frozen, and yet still you seek heat from the same wrong source. There is no partial reinforcement to explain this behavior. There is only the dark side of touch, the reality of primate relationships, which is that they can **** us while they hold us. But, the beauty is, we are creatures of great faith. We will build bridges, against all odds we will build them. From here to there. From me to you.

The finest souls are those who’ve gulped pain and avoided making others taste it.