December 14, 2007 12:58pm Looking up at the sky, but standing down low, planted with in the
poetry of my sight, the beauty of a rose grow. I love what I see,
and what I see I pray to have, that I may be complete in life, and
my hear can no longer be sad. So stand my Queen, until you stand by
my side, together in life and together we ride. (YOU ARE TRULYBEAUTIFUL)
