Tis not jealousy when a man guards what is his.

Like an echo in the wind, love had come to him a second time and he was more than grateful it had. It meant risking again the loss of the woman he loved, but there was no help for it. He could not live without her.

He bears wounds only seen with the heart and the scars that have formed over the years still pain him.

A child is like a ship. One can never be too young to be steered to the right course.

Sometimes, when we least expect it, we catch a glimpse of someone, a face, perhaps only a smile, and our heart latches on and will not let go. It may not be love at first, but soon and for always.

Fairy tales were the door to the world of imagination for me as a child, that land I often lived in when real life wasn’t quite enough.