And Then He Was Gone / C. Roshell,

Caught in a cycle of relationships that don't work, sometimes we are left to pick up the pieces. Hurt and ashamed, we go bruised into new relationships instead of working on ourselves first. Sometimes love is not enough to hold a relationship together.

When love is true and ready, it comes unexpected. It just is, it finds you. No forcing of its beuty is needed. It is as if it was ordained in the heavens. A tying of two souls it seemed, or was it all a dream?

Poetry is an expression of Love.