The trouble with truth is it never lies And the trouble with wrong’s That it’s never right So I rest my head under Your light The trouble with peace, is it never fights And the trouble with love’s That it’s always blind I want to walk to the edge of it Tonight, and I fall down I am on my knees ‘Cause You’re everything I need And I’ve made a mess of myself On my own Now I am on my face And I’m calling out Your name And I won’t run away ‘Cause I’m already home The trouble with tears is that they dry And the trouble within Made me wanna cry I’ve never felt so much like I’m alive I wanna open my eyes and see Your face If I have to wait a thousand days I’ll still be right here, right next to You And I fall down And I know I haven’t always been Where You wanted me I’m standin’ here, arms out Broken down Before you

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest. Thomas De Quincey

Beauty is the promise of happiness. Henri B. Stendhal
The ideal beauty is a fugitive which is never found. Marquise De Stvignt
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. Edgar Allan Poe

Amazing, refreshing morning... --I miss you---

Love rules a kingdom without a sword. proverbs