Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

Here Feel We But The Penalty Of Adam, The Seasons' Difference, As The Icy Fang And Churlish Chiding Of The Winter's Wind, Which, When It Bites And Blows Upon My Body, Even Till I Shrink With Cold, I Smile.

Love Is Like A Child, That Longs For Everything It Can Come By

Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With Traps.