Me 29–6–2003 Faced with myself, I like what I see. It doesn’t matter what I seem like to thee. I am who I am. The best I can be. I cannot be you. I have to be me.
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Hearts Afire To Riley – Valentine’s Day 2003 Hearts afire, hearts aflame. I burn inside when I hear your name. The heat of the sun doesn’t come close, I wish each day I could give you a rose. The flame, the heat, the burning golden light, And still a chill I get when you are in sight. Roses are red, flames burn hot. Any more words, I have not.