She's One Of The Few

Memory Is A Cruel Mistress With Whom We All Must Learn To Dance.

Life Could Be Cruel Enough These Days Without The Truth Making It Worse.

The Girl In The Mirror Caught My Eye Briefly...it Is An Uncanny Feeling, That Rare Occasion When One Catches A Glimpse Of Oneself In Repose. An Unguarded Moment, Stripped Of Artifice, When One Forgets To Fool Even Oneself.

She Was The Breeze On A Summer's Day, The First Drops Of Rain When The Earth Was Parched, Light From The Evening Star.

Darling Girl, Blinded By Foolish Thoughts Of Love. How To Tell Her That The Hearts Of Men Were Not So Easily Won. If Won, Rarely Kept.