“There are no fires that burn so strongly as within the furnace of love that warms hands that are cold even in the morning. There are no other pair of eyes that remain with their presence, their ungulfing stare, as those loving ones that drown what they view. Let love capture you, let love swarm you, for it will remember you. Lust forgets. Lust is a passing image, not the reflection that never leaves. As lust will skip over the heart, love will gather its scattered pieces to create a mosaic that is the beloved and lover, both. Love never wishes to die, because it is the only thing it is incapable of.”
– Modern Romanticism