Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

That dip in the road- that sends your belly to your throat... that's how it feels when you kiss me.

Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.

I am but a firefly caught in his jar and when he looks at me, I can’t help but glow.

Sacrifices made for love are fine, unless the sacrifice is you.

...what happens when you returnand find nothingbut a hollowed shell,shingles and floor,walls and echoesand the light that lead you herehas now burned outand the ones who built ithave traveled afarand you cant go to them,no matter what shoes you wear.

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.

...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.

Love is the castle, doubt is the moat, desire is the paddle and hope is the boat.