Love isn't a burst o' trumpets and a flock o' doves descendin' out o' the heavens to roost on yer heads. Tis sharin' a cup o' tea by the hearth on a cold winter's night. 'Tis the look in yer husband's eyes when ye lay yer first child in his arms. Tis the ache in yer heart when ye watch the light in his eyes dim fer the last time, and know a part o' ye has gone out o' this world with him.

To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.

Princess,” he whispered against her ear. “My beautiful, beautiful princess. I want to spoil you. Pamper you. Indulge you.

As all-consuming as a young girl's fancies were ... a woman's desires could be twice as dangerous.

We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.

His lips nuzzled her ear. “Whether you go or stay, I will love you until I die,” he whispered.

Alone.'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.