Sometimes You Cannot Help What You Hear,

I Believe In Me, In My View Of The World. I Believe In My Responsibility For My Own Destiny, Guilt For My Own Sins, Merit For My Own Good Deeds, Determination Of My Own Life. I Don't Believe In Miracles, I Believe In Hard Work.

But I Don't Forget And I Don't Forgive.

I Want To Take You For Pleasure, And Hold You In My Arms For Desire. I Want You To Know That It Is Your Kiss That I Want, Not Another Heir To The Throne. You Can Know That I Love You, Quite For Yourself, When I Come To Your Bed, And Not As The York’s Broodmare.” I Tilt Back My Head And Look At Him Under My Eyelashes. “you Think To Bed Me For Love And Not For Children? Isn’t That Sin?” His Arm Comes Around My Waist And His Palm Cups My Breast. “i Shall Make Sure That It Feels Richly Sinful,” - Edward Iv To Elizabeth Woodville -

It Is No Small Thing, This, For A Woman: Freedom.

She Is Melusina, The Water Goddess, And She Is Found In Hidden Springs And Waterfalls In Any Forest In Christendom, Even In Those As Far Away As Greece. (...) A Man May Love Her If He Keeps Her Secret And Lets Her Alone When She Wants To Bathe, And She May Love Him In Return Until He Breaks His Word, As Men Always Do, And She Sweeps Him Into The Depths With Her Fishy Tail, And Turns His Faithless Blood To Water. The Tragedy Of Melusina, Whatever Language Tells It, Whatever Tune It Sings, Is That A Man Will Always Promise More Than He Can Do To A Woman He Cannot Understand.