I-I am going to be a storm-a flame- I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with mortals- BRING ME GIANTS!
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue.
I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
A kiss, when all is said, what is it? An oath that's given closer than before; A promise more precise; the sealing of Confessions that till then were barely breathed; A rosy dot placed on the i in loving.