A lot we have in our head, But things of heart are not yet dead, They have done none, but just fled, Out of us, Forgotten, just been bled.. - Anonymous
Nothing in life is for certain, the flowers will wither, the storms will cross, just like the sun will become eclipsed-the stars will align before dimming and fading to dust- Nothing stays the same, everything withers and comes to an end, but love; love never dies.
Second Book to 'Styles & Co.'