You Think The Shadow Is The Substance.

Let Us Put Away Our Blinders And Answer The Call To Joy.

A Thousand Half-loves Must Be Forsaken To Take One Whole Heart Home.

I Will Find New Meaning In Every Joy And Sorrow.

I Used To Read The Myths Of Love Now I Have Become The Mythical Lover

Love Is Not Written On Paper, For Paper Can Be Erased. Nor Is It Etched On Stone, For Stone Can Be Broken. But It Is Inscribed On A Heart And There It Shall Remain Forever.