Love Is All

She is my woman and so we belong to each other.The depths of her love and her beauty fill me with awe and a profound love for her, that is true and passionate. I am the most fortunate man, so I would walk thru fire for her, without hesitation.

She is an incredible soulmate

To Be A Fool

I'm so tired, I have no place to put this pain. Everything goes on and on. Sometimes it seems like the only way to bring it to an end is to end myself. I think if it weren't for my dogs that i would be gone already. I'm so tired of this screaming in my head.

“Wind is to fire like distance is to love; it extinguishes the small and enflames the great.”

Unknown

To Be A Fool

"The spaces between your fingers were created so that another's could fill them in."

LEONARD COHEN You Know Who I Am

I cannot follow you, my love,
you cannot follow me.
I am the distance you put between
all of the moments that we will be.
You know who I am,
you've stared at the sun,
well I am the one who loves
changing from nothing to one.

Sometimes I need you naked,
sometimes I need you wild,
I need you to carry my children in
and I need you to kill a child.

You know who I am...

If you should ever track me down
I will surrender there
and I will leave with you one broken man
whom I will teach you to repair.

You know who I am...

I cannot follow you, my love,
you cannot follow me.
I am the distance you put between
all of the moments that we will be.

You know who I am...

Love Itself

The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me.

I’ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door –
Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.

All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.

I’ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door –
Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.

Then I came back from where I’d been.
My room, it looked the same –
But there was nothing left between
The Nameless and the Name.

All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.

I’ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door –
Then Love itself,
Love Itself was gone.
Love Itself was gone.

by Leonard Cohen

To Be A Fool

I feel her all around me, in every breath I take and with every breath I expire