Sickness is his story, he lays helplessy in his bed not hearing the voices of love and he is incapable of awakening his legs.

He lives unknowligliy of the pain that he causes but yet cries at the site of the painful life and isnt aware of the love he has of two.

She loves helplessy for one that does not see her face of pain and tears when he throws the devilish words at her face. Love, faith, hope, and forgiveness is what she had for him.

She fears the death that could come but no one knows, no one can tell. Her black tears are held behind as she stays strong for the living soul that fights each day.

I, the uncleared soul, the unknown path, the unkown faith, my unkown living death. I am bound to cause pain to Love.

These are Our writings on the all. We will all hate, love cry at the face of death but at the end of that day we will have eachother to carry on those forsaken days.

Much Love Always,

    Cathy Cuffie

                                                                                                             Until Next Time