May 16, 2007

• If beauty were an organ I would choose the lung

  there for everytime I saw her I would remain breathless….

  and even when she’s out of sight, out of mind I still maneuver as if I have no breath left

  out of my chest…….YES even better…YET [I'm] content as the old lady who feels her lungs collapsing yet grining similiar to Mona Lisa because she know’s 103 years earlier her mother felt similar anguish and happiness thru not death but Birth 

  Love is pure and I invite it into my home like those who love me alike

  and the adventure in finding its treasure makes me far more daring than any Indiana Jones looking for the Lost….

  I Love, I Live, I Learn

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