What is love????? Is it pain. Is it fame. Is it for real. Or Is it just a word?
Don’t say love because it sounds good, because it’s the right thing to do, the mood is right, or because I said it first. I love you has no meaning to me. Show me, hold me, guide me, stand beside me. Once upon a time I loved you, once upon a time I knew you, once upon a time I was you. I’m trapped in love with somebody who no longer thinks I’m special and yet I still choose you. WHO ARE YOU???????
His memory brims my eyes The fuzziness engulfs me Jams my mind A rising dull ache The longing to feel him Connected and close By words by presence by voice In a lame chatter In nothing that is matter Behind
Mom’s the word…A BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE She was the eighth child out of the ten born to the high-profile session judge couple; She spent her childhood amidst her siblings in a traditional orthodox environment with an aristocrat touch in her lifestyle.