"This love has taken its toll on me, She said goodbye too many times before. And her heart is breakin' in front of me, But I have no choice, 'cause I won't say goodbye anymore." Maroon 5 -- "This Love" Heya heya. It's been a while since I last put some kind of musical quote on my diary. Usually it doesn't represent my feelings, but this one does. Although love isn't exactly the word I would use, since the girl I'm in love with doesn't cause any of this, but a dear friend and I have come upon some troubled times. And, hopefully, my little Irish/Celt poem that I learned from my grandpa Del will set things straight. Let the waters be of some deeper blue, Or let the waters be of a frothy white, Know that I will always moor for you; Even when your face is sorest sight. But only 'neath the surface can you see: Nothing deep is troubled strongly; The surface ripples, but when we bleed, We bleed so superficially. Rowing away to the falling elm; Showing, not telling of the realm; Knowing of something stronger at the helm.