As the season turns to frost
And trees are lit aflame
I'm reminded of the weighty cost
Of playing Passion's games
Of love inside and cold without
Of pride and shame and rage and doubt
The fire inside that moves us all
The rise that builds before the fall
But what would we do without cold and hot
To remind us to feel every second we've got?
that she is, loves, and learns
Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit...
It's not always roses, but that's life...
for bitter or sweet.
I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place...
...A mile in my shoes...