I Have Made My Own

I Watched The Sheets Breathe When She Breathed, Like How Dad Used To Say That Trees Inhale When People Exhale, Because I Was Too Young To Understand The Truth About Biological Processes.

I Imagine A Line, A White Line, Painted On The Sand And On The Ocean, From Me To You.

We Live In A World Made Up More Of Story Than Stuff. We Are Creatures Of Memory More Than Reminders, Of Love More Than Likes.

And She Would Say, "today You Believe In God?" And He Would Say, "today I Believe In Love".

I Love Sushi, I Love Fried Chicken, I Love Steak. But There Is A Limit To My Love.