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My Heart Always Timidly Hides Itself Behind My Mind. I Set Out To Bring Down Stars From The Sky, Then, For Fear Of Ridicule, I Stop And Pick Little Flowers Of Eloquence.

A Kiss! When All Is Said, What Is A Kiss? An Oath Of Allegiance Taken In Closer Proximity, A Promise More Precise, A Seal On A Confession, A Rose-red Dot Upon The Letter I In Loving; A Secret Which Elects The Mouth For Ear; An Instant Of Eternity Murmuring Like A Bee; Balmy Communion With A Flavor Of Flowers; A Fashion Of Inhaling Each Other's Hearts, And Of Tasting, On The Brink Of The Lips, Each Other's Soul!

Speak To Me...be Eloquent, Be Brilliant For Me. Improvise! Rhapsodize!... I Ask For Cream And You Give Me Milk And Water... Please Gather Your Dreams Together Into Words. - Roxanne, Cyrano De Bergerac

All My Laurels You Have Riven Away, And My Roses; Yet In Spite Of You, There Is One Crown I Bear Away With Me... One Thing Without Stain, Unspotted From The World, In Spite Of Doom Mine Own! And That Is... My White Plume.

After All, What Is A Kiss? A Vow Made At Closer Range, A More Precise Promise, A Confession That Contains Its Own Proof, A Seal Placed On A Pact That Has Already Been Signed; It's A Secret Told To The Mouth Rather Than To The Ear.