Open Letter to Mr. Aries

Dear Mr. Aries,

I’m unsure what your smiles mean or if they meant anything at all. Have you ever thought of us being together? Have you ever thought of crossing that distance? Can you feel me starting to like you? Or fall for you? Do I have these chances? Will you give me these chances? Should I take the risk? Will you take the risk? Is it better to know or not knowing at all? Will it be worth the pain knowing your thoughts? Or will it bring me happiness? These are the questions I wish to ask.

Yours Truly,

Lady E.

I See The Moon by Jim Brickman

Aries, I miss you!

2 Doctors, Mr. Aries, Mr. Cancer and Lazyboy are Watching!

Doctor #1 – Got really nothing to do with him. He has his own world and leaves messages as he pleases.

Doctor #2 – Hate him so much! Not really sure why he’s lingering on my page! Hopefully, one of these days I can muster the courage to tell him to get lost. I know that day won’t ever come but at least I can talk to him to explain my side. Why does he always have the last say?

Mr. Aries – Seriously, what’s with you that I can’t hate you? Why do I always give you these chances? You’re driving me nuts!

Lazyboy – You just make me laugh now. It doesn’t bother me anymore. lol XD

Mr. Cancer – You’re crazy too, like me which I understand! Hahaha

And I Love You So (Violin & Piano) by D. Davidson and R. Davis

How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

– Elizabeth Barrett Browning –

Aries

You remind me of this rose Mr. Aries.