Nothing's out of place.
I look into the mirror,
I can see my face.
The warm sun is still rising,
To make the air gold.
And the world keeps on spinning;
Everything's not cold.
My heart continues beating.
The flowers still bloom.
The birds are singing love songs
During all this gloom.
Even when I think it's right,
The sky is not gray.
And nothing lasts forever,
So much as the fay.
-Emily Adams February 17, 2003
A love that will last
Within your heart."
-Jim Henson