I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.
.... "death turns all men into great lovers. Would that they were equally ardent while the lady was still alive!
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. Well, perhaps you are right. Perhaps the wise spurn one to remain safe from the other, but I should rather choose to have my eyes burnt in their sockets than to have been born without.