4/06/2017 11:22:00 AMIf Mark Twain fell in love with the sight of a woman's painting,
I fell in love with the sound of a voice,
that was lurking in silence but with determination,
wishing there could be a conversation.
If the people who are drowned need a hand,
I am sulked in the dark needing a light
which shines brightly as the silver lining
to see what is behind the dark ceiling.