Time, Time Will Heal The Wound.

No Man Is Offended By Another Man's Admiration Of The Woman He Loves; It Is The Woman Only Who Can Make It A Torment.

Perhaps It Is Our Imperfections That Make Us So Perfect For One Another.

My Sore Throats Are Always Worse Than Anyone's.

Her Heart Did Whisper That He Had Done It For Her.

Where The Wound Had Been Given, There Must The Cure Be Found, If Any Where.