"You say that love is nonsense....I tell you
it is no such thing. For weeks and months it
is a steady physical pain, an ache about the
heart, never leaving one, by night or by day;
a long strain on one's nerves, not intolerable
at any one instant, but exhausting by its
steady drain on the strength."
You're ruling the way that I move
And I breathe your air
You only can rescue me
This is my prayer
