How Could You Love Someone And Not

Everything I Needed Was In My Car, Even The Chickens

I Want A Kiss To Be So Believable It Gives The Reader Shivers.

I Don't Have A Master. I'm Not Sure If I Have An Equal.

I Laid My Hand On Top Of Theirs, And All I Could Think Was, Is This How Revolutions Begin? Not With A Proclamation Or A Riot, But With A Few People In A Room Somewhere With Their Hands Clasped And A Purpose.

Besides I'm A Sucker For A Pair Of Pretty Eyes.