We were strange in loveher and I too wild to last too rare to die.

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry. 

There’s too much risk in loving,’the young boy said,‘no,’said the old man,‘there’s too much risk in not.

You deserve to be the person you were meant to be. 

As he took her handhe gave herall she had beenwaiting for--a shiverdown her spine.

Put a girl in moonlightand tell only truthsand every man becomes a poet.

You and I will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us.

LOVE COULD BE LABLEDPOISON AND WE’D DRINK IT ANYWAYS.

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.