when I sit down to think about love, I sit down to cry. I asked a million or more questions, I never understood why. so as I picked up the telephone, I saw the world carry on. wondering if someone else could be, even if it\'s wrong. I listened to our hearts when those beating pulses turned to desire. don\'t we feel it when our love gets cut and burned out by fire? with a handful of roses picked from deep within our hearts. distinct pain with the artillery of hurt that tears us all apart. a message sent from above while God was playing on violins. and that the loss of a friend who walked away with all your dreams. a lovers nest built on cotton which kept the memories secure. a wealth of interest in passion for another, what else could you wish for?