To rule with fear is to summon death.

Let me be met with copious ridicule, but never with upmost fear.

A burning log, the embers are lust, the fire is life, the smoke is love.

Your words are the tune of my soul and my lips are the key to your heart.

He moistens her hear with water from the fountain of youth only to realize it’s from the sea of tears.

The heart cannot lie as it is the place of truth; lies are created in the mind.

He is a stranger to summer for his heart lies in winter.


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