Men's eyes were made to look and let them gaze

...and the sky turned black like a perfect storm. Rain came pouring down when I was drowning - that's when I could finally breathe.

This is the last time I'm asking you why you break my heart in the blink of an eye.

Do not deny him that you love me.

I will confess to you that I love him.

All love ever does is break and burn and end

Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well.

The Earth that's nature's mother is her tomb. What is her burying grace. That is her womb.

He jests at scars that never felt a womb.

The lights are so bright, but they never blind me.

Love's a fragile little flame. It could burn out.

And darling, it was good never looking down...right there where we stood was holy ground.

You shall not stay along till holy church incorporate two in one.

Sad hours seem long.

This is the golden age of something good and right and real.

He.. shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, and makes himself and artificial night.

These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.

And I'll stay...forgetting any other home but this.

Screaming, crying, perfect storms.

You, with your words likes knives and swords and weapons that you use against me.

You and I are past our dancing days.

She should keep in mind there is nothing that I do better than revenge.

Don't you see the starlight, starlight? Don't you dream impossible things?

I would if I were thy bird.

And all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along, forever going.