If You Tell Me I'm Sensible In

I Feel Something For You, Some Dangerous Thing, Some Volatile Thing.

Ireland Is A Land Of Poets And Legends, Of Dreamers And Rebels. All Of These Have Music Woven Through And Around Them. Tunes For Dancing Or For Weeping, For Battle Or For Love.

Magic Exists. Who Can Doubt It, When There Are Rainbows And Wildflowers, The Music Of The Wind And The Silence Of The Stars? Anyone Who Has Loved Has Been Touched By Magic. It Is Such A Simple And Such An Extraordinary Part Of The Lives We Live.

Eve: "what Do You Want?" Nadine: "a Man Of Amazing Sexual Prowess, Great Sensitivity, Stupendous Abs, And The Face Of An Angel. Toss In A Wicked Sense Of Humor And Stupendous Wealth, Who Adores The Very Ground I Walk On. Oh Wait, You Already Have Him.

Tom: If You Love With Kindness, Even When You Can't Love With Permanence, You'll Deserve The One Who's Worthy Along That Path For You.