Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
SomeTimes . . .
I Wanna Cry . . . But When I Remember
All Good Moments That
I Had By Your Side. . .
I Feel Better . . .
This Remind Me That You’ve Changed My Whole Life