By the great hand it was dotted down... Intimately written as if a life lived out. By God himself was it all thought out,how perfect a picture He drew, a life worth living... A father, mother. A family portrait. But a boy is to grow, as thats how life is and venture out by himself to learn what not his father nor mother could teach. Ways of the heart When boy meets girl, how joyous are the two, with no care in the world for who says what about their arms around each other, how great the feeling of love... Love, as said to be. It warms the heart and gives it a second purpose. When boy meets girl, the world feels like heaven, for his father told him of such but with caution, "but why? Does father not know that love is indeed beautiful and God given and not cruel and painful as he implies" "Ways of the heart" "Father must not have learnt".

While I was away I was out paving our future,with the thought of how happy you would be. I stuck my face in a book, a pen in my hand,hard at work. I had cold nights and lonely days, we talked everyday and that kept me going. So I saw a couple of curves besides yours but those that stuck in my mind were parabolic or exponential. While I was away My heart was with you, my mind had you on it. My eyes saw no beauty that stood its ground as yours. While I was away, i trully never left you. The distance I walked every night as I lay asleep to be with you, the time my mind spent speaking endlessly with you. Surely I was always home