Goodness, Real Goodness, Has It's Own Sort

In Paris One Could Have The Eyes Of A Cat (as He Did) And Tell People It Was A Trick Of Fashion.

One Can Love Two Children. But Your Heart Can Be Given Romantic Love To Only A Single Other, Said Woolsey.

So I Lied To You Last Night. I Said That I Just Wanted One Night With You. But I Want Every Night With You.

My Blood In His Veins." ~jace

You Kindled Me, Heap Of Ashes That I Am, Into Fire. He Had Wondered Once Why Love Was Always Phrased In Terms Of Burning. The Conflagration In His Own Veins, Now, Gave The Answer.