Remember when we were children and life was simple; how I yearn to return to those days.

I love you for unfathomable reasons

Things I fear will forever change and we old souls can do little but be swayed by the winds.

It is far too late for bloodless hands.

The ambition of men compels them to break even the most heartfelt vows.

Beware the wounded lioness, for she is a natural hunter.