Forgive me God for I use to speak of my faith and love for you, but now I say my rosary to another of this earth for we all are granted but one chance to give ourselves to love and romance. I give myself to her mercy, to grant me death in her absence and life in her breath. Though young I am, love has stole my well being placing me just outside of my own reach chasing myself without her there, but with she is to cast a life line into the sea of my own wretchedness.

May I live to tell about my own love and not need these pages to speak for me for my love must be spoken in presence to give full effect of the affection that many search their entire lifetimes for, but find that there is none there. As fortune favors I found her, unfortunately I know not the words to speak.

Can I find the words or will romance toy with me to my doom, as it did poor Romeo desperate for Juliet to drive himself dead by her misdemise, or may she and I finally find what would be called a happy ending. only time will tell for now I am alone...

For she be not with me locked in lover's embrace.