The Sun Has Already Set

Teasingly She Took The Apple From His Mouth. Juice Ran Down His Chin. Slowly, Deliberately, She Leaned Over And Licked The Sweet Juice From His Chin. I Will Have To Admit Though, That I Will Never Look At An Apple In Quite The Same Way.

There Were Those Who Loved Liberty, Who Cried Out To Live Their Own Lives, To Strive, To Rise Above, To Achieve, And Those Bent On The Mindless Equality Of Stagnation Brought About Through The Enforcement Of An Artificial, Arbitrary, Gray Uniformity--those Who Wanted To Transcend Through Their Own Effort, And Those Who Wanted Others To Think For Them And Were Willing To Pay The Ultimate Price.

She Looked So Beautiful In The Moonlight, But It Wasn't Only The Way She Looked, It Was What Was Inside Her, Everything From Her Intelligence And Courage To Her Wit, And The Special Smile She Gave Only To Him. He Would Slay A Dragon, If There Were Such A Thing, Just To See That Smile. He Knew He Would Never Want Anyone Else For As Long As He Lived. He Would Rather Spend The Rest Of His Life Alone Than With Someone Else. There Could Be No One Else.

Reality Is Irrelevant; Perception Is Everything.

Alone, He Must Bear The Weight Of A Sin He Dare Not Confess To The One Person He Loves…and Has Lost.