"I knew that you would understand. Only you," said he. "Always," said she, gently massaging his back. Their son sat wondering when his father would stop imagining his dead mother.
If I could, Then I surely would See you in person. There are so many sad stories, So many happy glories That I would share. The smile which melts my heart, Stopping an argument at the very start, I would love to witness. There is forgiveness in waiting, In remedy to hating, Which wants to [...]