Anonymous

Some of our questions will never be answered here on this earth.
Life is so very difficult to accept sometimes.
Can we love imperfection?  What does it really mean to love?
It is so much easier to see the faults and weaknesses in others
instead of seeing our own short-comings.
Will the emptiness ever leave?  I still say, "It is better to have loved
than not to have have loved at all!"