The night is the balm for the wounded soul!

The pain in your muscles and the sweat in your brow after doing a work the hard and honest way make you feel proud of yourself!

And on cold wintry nights she loves listening to Elvis croon 'Are you lonesome tonight?' just as I do.

She says she loves me infinity power infinity power infinity into infinity! And I look at the sky, smile, and 'sigh!

I want to read you every night. I want to take you to bed with me : your words, your thoughts, your mind, your body and your soul.

Sometimes all you need to do is just hold on to yourself! Look at the stars in the sky, listen to the sweet murmurings of the breeze, inhale the fragrance of the night, and you will feel fine!