Cloudy day miserable grey.

Pray for a better day.

So much to do

So much wrong

Let us sing another song.

Better days are coming.

Things will now, just get better!

We hope and pray.

For all dreams may stay.

Better is better than bitter.

She is older

I her younger

Yet our minds in sync

Our love, while immense

As we lay hand in hand, know it cannot bear fruit

But I don't mind to waste some years in this place

For of all the past lives I have lived

And the future lives to come

This may be the only life I will meet my fated one

For fate has tossed us all around

And it is only in this life our souls have touched

Our arms have been stretched, but our fingers never brushed

But I'm glad we met in the same time

Though our time left is not the same

So, i think i can spare a few moments

For I do not know when our souls will meet again.

True love's conception

Perfection, by God's own hands

When two became one

She learned so quickly--

Absorbed with insatiable

Curiosity

Eventually

She would come to find her stride

School, driving... the boy

I thought him lacking

But she saw something in him

Eros and Ludus

I'm glad she found love

She lived life passionately

I miss her so much