Sun, I Come To See You For

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.

I Loved You When You Were Unfaithful; What Would I Have Done If You Were True?

Vice, Like Virtue, Grows In Small Steps, And No True Innocence Can Ever Fall At Once To Deepest Guilt.

My Only Hope Lies In My Despair.

This Innocence Begins To Weigh Me Down.