No compromise there was to cover My tender heart who yearned another Twas you it pined for my precious lover.

She drapes herself in greens and blues that shimmer and fade with the shifting hours. Her dress is adorned with bright silk and tulle that are ruffled and pulled into delicate flowers. And when the music swells to a roar, she herself will flourish then tire. Toni Martic .

Now faint scars, white and thin Barely felt from where first placed Young heart hardened since last love left No longer warm or sweetheart tender From child to woman she now knows better. T.L.M .