Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
I could never throw Love out of the window.
...as for me, I am intact; and I don't care.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!