Not a single word is enough to express one's sentiments concerning what we know is the most extravagant mystery of all human kind: love.

To understand it is like trying to understand how the universe came to exist all over again. How is it that we come to love those who hurt us the most, and still hope for their salvation when they're in peril? No one will ever know, but on the account of knowing how to express our devotion and admiration to the undeserving: that's no mystery. Oh, what simplicity there is in gazing at someone with awe, and wanting to hold them instead of torturing them with the truth of their own lies, deceit, and unfaithfulness that they have shown the ones that would have given their lives for them if it was ever asked. Have no fear though, it isn't weak to show mercy; on the contrary, it is a sign of strength which is shown when one who loves will not sink into oblivion, but instead, would rise again, never look back, and continue to breathe as if oxygen would cease to exist in a matter of seconds. Breathe, something we all do, yet take for granted...how precious is the intake when one has finished spilling a million tears. It filters through and reaches your screaming soul, nurturing it, allowing it to love once more as it always has. If you can interpret the very core of intimacy in the depths of one's soul, then the search for the hidden spirit will finally be over...this, I will say for those who have locked themselves within my psyche, for it speaks for you, and a part of it lives for you because you are a part of what makes me who I am...and for that, my gratitude will never cease to exist, and your names will always be engraved on my heart. So after your eyes wander through my incessant lyrics, spill no more tears, and remember I am here, body and soul.