The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is

Love Is A Madman, Working His Wild Schemes, Tearing Off His Clothes, Running Through The Mountains...

Love Possesses Seven Hundred Wings, And Each One Extends From The Highest Heaven To The Lowest Earth.

It's Your Road & Yours Alone. Others May Walk It With You, But No One Can Walk It For You

You Think The Shadow Is The Substance.

I Am Sunlight Slicing The Dark.