Love is what dreams are made of

After all this time?""Always...

Come let us make love deathless

After all this time?""Always...

He was the toast to her butter.

If a thing loves it is infinite

I am chic, sleek, and so unique.

Your heart can break at any age.

Perhaps okay will be our always.

Why is the measure of love loss?

The heart was made to be broken.

I love me. I love my uniqueness.

You said move on, where do I go?

Love is the poetry of the senses

Love is a serious mental disease