Love, In Short Is The Most Dangerous

Angel, Saint, Devil's Spawn, Good Or Evil, You've Got Me Pinned To The Wall And Labeled As Yours Until The Day I Die. And If You Die First, Then It Won't Be Long Before I Follow.

Love … I Put So Much Faith In It. Truth … I Kept Believing It Falls Always From The Lips Of The One You Love And Trust The Most. Faith … It’s All Bound Up To Love And Trust. Where Does One End And The Other Start, And How Do You Tell When Love Is The Blindest Of All?

Beauty Thinks It Needs No Talent And Can Feed On Itself, So It Soon Dies.

Mine Are The Deep-seated Fears Established When We Are Children, And They Never Quite Go Away: The Fear Of Being Helpless, The Fear Of Being Trapped, The Fear Of Being Out Of Control.

Promises Are Lies Wrapped In Pretty Ribbons -cinnamon