And if I were to smile, it would be to remember
A time when tears did not taste so bitter
If ever should I lose you, I would lose my way
And gladly. Nor would I want to find it again.
Never again these paths shall I traverse
If ever should I lose you, I would lose myself
And no compensation could deflect the destruction
That I would wreak on all that is left
� Lishesque
12:19 am, 20 January 2004