When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.
Love is a smoked raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Pilot ... Frizzy misses you, lots.
Je t'embrace ~ partout.
Monday, August 11, 2008
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This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
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