Untitled - January 26, 2004 That day of white satin and silk was silent. without the usual laughter of times pat. Like the Stoics of old, your visage never wavered and my false cheer would not be cracked. My ignorance was bliss and innocence unmarred until fear was all that I had left. And frozen in time I was, spurning love like the thorns on those roses that you sought to give me.