You think you know what will happen, you think you can predict. But how much does that mean ( Read more... )

You whisper your farewells as half-breathed prayers. Who knows when you will see them again? You hold them dear to your heart but inevitably they are taken away from you. They come into your life and you love them, but they leave you eventually... and life goes on. It would be nice to think that you will be wounded and in mourning forever as on ( Read more... )

You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate,
And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst;
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,
Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,
For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;
Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,
The virtues spoke of, and they beauty ( Read more... )