  endless faces and places are there all the time. Some are clearer than others, but all are there the same. I sometimes have to stop and remember some of the names. But all these people there are a part of me they have made me who I am, by simply meeting me. I call some of these people neighbors, some lovers, friends, but whatever their intentions in my heart it did begin. I take a piece of everyone that I come across I try and take the best and leave some of my own. I look upon these people as pictures of my heart They come and go and go and come, but it never stops. If there were a way to describe the way I feel for all; I'd have to say that this is how it seems to fall. These people and these places are never far apart and I like to call them, "Roses on the Trellis of My Heart" Kathalise Martin April 5, 2000 Do not Reprint without Permission |