My Love's Manners In Bed Are Not

I Will Go To The Garden. I Will Be A Romantic. I Will Sell Myself In Hell, In Heaven Also I Will Be.

The Lady Has Always Moved To The Next Town And You Stumble On After Her.

Communication Is Mutual Feeling With Someone, Not A Didactic Process Of Information.

The Awful Thing, As A Kid Reading, Was That You Came To The End Of The Story, And That Was It. I Mean, It Would Be Heartbreaking That There Was No More Of It.

For Love - I Would Split Open Your Head And Put A Candle In Behind The Eyes.