A soul full of true adoration will not drown youIn affections so false they could kill;This most urgently, I beg thee, be free!

Again she dances on the edge of my consciousness, laughing at me in my dreams. This is only fair. I cast myself as her fool from the beginning. When I told her she could have anything of mine; she plundered my heart, dazzled my mind, taking whatever it was of mine that she pleased.

Love, they compare you to an unending battle-riddled with pain and wracked with tacticsTo pull the other down into a deathly embracein which there is no loser:For I am beginning to believe that my lossIs truly his, and his win is my gain.

She'd see that I loved her in that way I had thought I had loved all the girls before her; openly, desperately hoping for my affections returned with the same warmth and passion. That's how I lost them all, I had wanted far too much.

Claude can't understand but his attempts to comfort me are endearing as they are frustrating. He is too kind to be reprimanded. He could have scolded me; many husbands in his place would have. For some reason, this gentle dove of a man will do no such thing. Instead, he pulls me into a protective embrace.

We are trapped by convention and must marry another.Every good child knows: duty before your heart's desire.So in the shadows we remain.

I had assumed that a boy who loved me so intensely was full of happiness, love, and light so that he was free of his own demons and pain.My assumption was entirely wrong.

Bart stood quietly by me, letting me spill my senseless tears with the patience of a saint. I don't know how he managed to tolerate me so well. I didn't even tolerate myself that much.

Bart stood quietly by me, letting me spill my senseless tears. I don't know how he managed to tolerate me so well. I didn't even tolerate myself that much.