Jenny," he whispered. "My Jenny.

Her silhouette never has regrets.

Her beauty is a mastery of peace.

Love is tranquility in the world.

We made love. Extraordinary love.

His fingerprints covered my skin.

Lips are the fingerprints of love.

Be drunk in love and high on life.

Amica mia. Amore mio. Mio respiro.

Creation of a pregnant imagination.

All lovers meet and love by chance.

Love made us partners in narcissism

Tell me a story. Be my storyteller.

Love does not request, love provides

Damn the way he had control over me.