In the beginning there was love, and as time past love begain to change like the four seasons, and like the winter rush love begain to dry up like a leaf blowing in the wind,the more i chase the more it flies away, in the distance i try and hold on to the image of love but it just fades away lost in the end, so much love locked up in the middle of compassion, lust, and desire, looking towards the spring time in the blooming of a beautiful flower, i soon one day will admire by.......Alpheus W Wilson A