Dead Fields Under A November

If There Is Love, Smallpox Scars Are As Pretty As Dimples. I'll Love Your Face No Matter What It Looks Like. Because It's Yours.

What You Don’t Know, You Can’t Tell. Or Made To Tell.

When Love Leaves The World, All Hearts Are Still. Tell Them Of My Love And Tell Them Of My Pain And Tell Them Of My Hope, Which Still Lives. For This Is All I Have And All I Am And All I Ask.

Superstition, Like True Love, Needs Time To Grow And Reflect Upon Itself.

And This Wasn’t Lying, Not Really. It Was Leaving Out.