Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the

Age Doesn't Matter, Unless Your Cheese.

Two Aged Men, That Had Been Foes For Life, Met By A Grave, And Wept - And In Those Tears They Washed Away The Memory Of Their Strife; Then Wept Again The Loss Of All Those Years.

Remembrances Last Longer Than Present Realities.

Each Departed Friend Is A Magnet That Attracts Us To The Next World.

Without God There Is For Mankind No Purpose, No Goal, No Hope, Only A Wavering Future, An Eternal Dread Of Every Darkness.