Well this morning I woke up thinking about my girlfriend, and decided to put my thoughts into poetry.

I wish I could have been like other guys and looked at you as just another pretty girl. Seeing Us… hell I love you so I suppose I could love myself as well; listening to my heart, seeing with the eyes of my heart, must be deaf and blind.

Viewing things back then was always deeper than it is now.

I am too young to feel this old.

You are ready to cross over into the next life.

You feel no remorse whilst she is out of sight.

Poem written from art.

Like a bird that flaps its wings,
Beating air around its flight ….

This story is pretty funny.

Love is the major issue in religion. It is also a problem for doctors, because without love you heart your liver and therefore your heart. Love is also a women issue because it determines how they will have children.