A Benefit Cited By Way

None Love, But They Who Wish To Love.

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

I Will Die If I Lose You, But I Will Die If I Wait Longer.

By Dying I Wanted To Maintain My Honor, And Hide A Flame So Black From The Daylight!