Life is nice.

But sleep is not always the trick and neither is sex.  I love that stuff but it's too much time in bed.  I wake each day excited to be alive.  What will happen, what reactions, where will my imagination go, what will I create, only I really know.  But I love love, I do my best to love you so, to lend my heart out as much as I can, to be a guide when I can, to hold your hand.  Being alone we become sad, it is true.