The words--written, read, revised and sent. A piece of my heart goes with them. The world's too cruel to understand how love can hurt so much. The dreams were once so much alive and hours pass before they die. The healing will take a while but life goes on (a little sigh). Love must be earned. But sometimes it comes unbidden, choses us, burns bright then dies. A cruel joke when not returned.
C Hummel Kornell