Finding excuses at the back of my mind, not wanting to use any of them in the coming days.

Hearts being held tenderly, gently with care of a frail human being one to another.All our love collectively gathered and etched in the scars of our hearts forever, keeping us totally honest and upfront with each other.A pure, aging love, tended through years of our marriage.

ruled by the Moors back when.Thinking Shawiak was a German name when in fact it’sPolish-Ukranian.Saying he thought it was German because of the w –seeming like it was a double u instead.A very nice gentleman from New York focused onnationalities of all types to keep his mind moving andinformational.

that will take away from their sacredbeauty.Instead, placing them like a rosary intoa poem of placid effervescence, halohanging exclusively above them.Not letting any particle slip away.

can write without hearing him.Just concentrating on the music as it’s rhythms are playedin unison.