Her Lips On His Could

Vanity Was Stronger Than Love At Sixteen And There Was No Room In Her Hot Heart Now For Anything But Hate.

I Was Never One To Patiently Pick Up Broken Fragments And Glue Them Together Again And Tell Myself That The Mended Whole Was As Good As New. What Is Broken Is Broken - And I'd Rather Remember It As It Was At Its Best Than Mend It And See The Broken Places As Long As I Lived.

You Are A Child If You Thought I Didn’t Know, For All Your Smothering Yourself Under That Hot Lap Robe. Of Course, I Knew. Why Else Do You Think I’ve Been—” He Stopped Suddenly And A Silence Fell Between Them. He Picked Up The Reins And Clucked To The Horse.

Hush," He Said. "i Am Asking You To Marry Me. Would You Be Convinced If I Knelt Down?

There'll Always Be Wars Because Men Love Wars. Women Don't, But Men Do.