I believed loving you and being loved by you would solve my problems. Our love is vibrant and strong, but could not slay my demons I’ve kept hidden far too long. The monsters got loose. In anger I did things I regret; said what I wish I never spoke. Please forgive me. D.W.

Praise love not over much,
It answer few questions,
Love is such and such,
and has its own congestions.
The lonely seek relief,
Longing breeds distress.
But unity is grief,
love, short happiness.
Wisdom feeds upon the lost.
Beauty comes without a fee.
Other things exact no cost,
the sky, the sun, the tree.
Take it if it fits.
Praise love not overmuch,
nor ask too much of it,
for love is such and such.
Kenneth L. Patton