Once,
threw the span of a normal lifetime,
A child,
unlike any other,
is brought forth,
By normal people,
in a normal way,
and under normal circumstances,
To do for others,
what they can not do for themselves.

He or She,
stalks the world,
thier eternal Hell,
preying on empty souls,
working to make them...
Through understanding of souls,
compassion,
manipulation,
and the ability to change themselves,
to adapt to situations of the mind,
to ShapeShift,
All to make them whole.

The whole time alone,
unable for anyone to give,
see inside,
love,
hold,
feel,
and heal,
thiers,
the emptiest of souls.

And once,
threw the span of a normal lifetime,
two ShapeShifters,
He and She,
meat,
with two totaly different styles,
aproaches,
and healing powers,
yet the same needs,
desires,
yearnings,
fears,
and emptiest of souls.

With thier talents,
they begin,
one for the other,
other for the one,
to heal,
love,
nurture,
and fill,
those two,
the emptiest of souls,
never revealing,
never taking,
always recieving without knowing,
both are healing,
the others empty soul.

The whole time,
never letting the other know,
with heart,
and with soul,
they've fallen in love,
with the one who fills thier soul,
Despite thier love,
one for the other,
other for the one,
once the healings complete,
ShapeShift once more,
stalk for prey,
never know,
always wonder,
why they let love go,
why not let the other know,
cast self-fear aside,
look each other in the eyes,
and live in love,
Because,
it's fate,
ShapeShifters must shift shape,
and walk Hell alone.

Roger Baldwin,
January 23, 1995

Lost Love
"Loves End"

There was a time,
not so long ago
when love was a reality
love was life,
and life was grand.

Now, life is,
as my belief in love
internal, mortal, death
Like a black winter storm
love is now a bitter, bone chilling, cold.

Never again,
no matter how desperate this man
will love enter my life
will I feal my heart die
and utter its last breath.

Roger Baldwin
March 2, 1998

A love once known,
And once lost,
Is a love to last.
One love so dear,
To all so clear,
Can not be wronge.
The tradgity of it all,
Nobody knows untill it's gone.

Roger Baldwin
March 13, 1995

Love's Death

To live without love,
is to live an empty life,
To live an empty life,
is to die before birth,
To die before birth,
is to fear life,
To fear life,
is to live without love.

Roger Baldwin
October 7,1995

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