Trust is the daughter of Truth and the mother of Love

"Trust is the daughter of Truth. She has an objective memory, neither embellishing nor denying the past . . . her presence is subtle, simple and undeniable . . . Trust rarely buys round-trip tickets because she is never sure how long she will be gone and when she will return . . . She has a gambler's respect for the interplay between luck and skill: she is the mother of Love."

J. Ruth Gendler

You were born an original. Don't die a copy...
(John Mason)

Words are things

Words are things; and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. —Byron

What happened?

What happened to your heart honey?
Did life just get too tough?
Did you forget to listen
When things got a little rough

What happened to our love baby?
Did it sink without a trace?
Did you think you wouldn't need it
When you couldn't find it a place

What happened to your soul sweetheart?
Did you just lose your way?
Did you think you had the answers
Or did all your questions go astray