There Are Crimes Of Passion And Crimes

We Are Rebels For A Cause, Poets With A Dream , And We Won't Let This World Die Without A Fight.

When I See A New Face, Something Sets Off An Alarm Bell Inside Me. 'slow Down! Danger!' Even When The Attraction Is Strongest, I Am On My Guard.

The Harshest Winter Finds An Invincible Summer In Us.

The End Of Their Passion Consists Of Loving Uselessly At The Moment When It Is Pointless.

I Would Like To Be Able To Breathe— To Be Able To Love Her By Memory Or Fidelity. But My Heart Aches. I Love You Continuously, Intensely.