It Takes As Long As

I Wish I Had Met You First. Before We Met Them.

Common Sense Is The Enemy Of Romance

Not All Thoughts Have To Become Words!

Every Man Kills The Things That He Loves. Some With A Look, Some With Flattery, The Coward With A Kiss.

Once Desire Was Turned On, Combustion Gave It A Life Of Its Own. Once It Was Turned On It Became A Raging Wildfire, Uncontrollable And Uncontainable, The Type Of Conflagration That Had To Be Allowed To Burn Itself Out.