Love, one time, layeth burdens; another time, giveth wings.
Shallow brooks murmur most, deep and silent slide away.
Sweet speaking oft a currish heart reclaims.
Music, I say, the most divine striker of the senses.
Weigh not so much what men assert, as what they prove. Truth is simple and naked, and needs not invention to apparel her comeliness.
**Did you realize how much a kiss says, Philip???** Oh My Angel I doooo....A KISS is the beginning of, middle to, and end of most things I love about life.