Oh what a sweet sin it must be to love and never speak of it, to hear and never listen. How for can one say they have tasted of the sweetest of nectars that life has to offer without holding the goblet of lifes living. Why so does it take the gain of a loss to realize the weight of our gain. It is only then that we can mourne for ourselves that we may mourne for the loss of another. Take me unto your embrace and lead through the throws of love. For I would rather suffer in love and feel the pain of your loss, my sacrific to experience such sweetness in life, so that in death I may know that I have lived before my time drew too near.

Allan Morse~~