In hours time I will once again see your face, Paining me to look again to that which held so much more, already I feel the aches coming on, To deal and settle my own reaction to rejections sweeping arm.I''ll sit and think and wonder why. Love can give such sweet answers only in the aftermath of when I have bled or cry. I still question the method of blood, sweat, and tears, when all thats gone are memories those long past years. Your beautiful brown eyes will capture my every thought and action, I will break down to what I hope would not come of me, a withering helpless being who is treated by the wrath and ever present fear of that which held my mind. The love subsides me.