Are Not All Loves Secretly The Same?

Oh, Love. Love Is Best Of All. There Is No Such Total Element, Not Even Pain. Who Has Ever Loved, Knows This. I Need Not Say More.

Dawn Rose From The Desert And Turned The River To Wine.

When I Am Fascinated By Something, I Like To Play With It.

Ecstasy And Vulnerability Belonged In The Same Dish. The Fear The Cup Would Be Snatched Away Was What Gave The Wine Its Savor.

It's Lovely. I Hate It.