your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.
Nothing is more excruciating than hopelessly longing for lost love.
the onewho will jolt awakeall the unwrittenthe unsungand the unlived in me. i am waitingfor him.
in a worldfull oftemporary thingsyou area perpetual feeling.
I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.