I wish the night would end,
I wish the day'd begin,
I wish it would rain or snow,
or the wind would blow,
or the grass would grow,
I wish I had yesterday,
I wish there were games to play...

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

We're reaching for death
on the end of a candle
We're trying for something
that's already found us

Angel, saint, Devil's spawn, good or evil, you've got me pinned to the wall and labeled as yours until the day I die. And if you die first, then it won't be long before I follow.

Love...I put so much faith in it.
Truth...I kept believing it falls always from the top lips of the one you love and trust the most.
Faith...it's all bound up to love and trust. Where does one end and the other start, and how do you tell when love is the blindest of all?

Love, in short is the most dangerous emotion human can experience