So much more elegant is love at a distance. Refined, restrained, reserved in its passions. A simple, uncomplicated package Prettily wrapped. Wherein desirability is the ultimate Proof of revulsion. The gluttonous gorge Of senses engendered so consuming, So desirous of satiation can Never be wise.
Love is the last refuge Of the suicidal uncommitted To final resolution.
Love is the Only socially acceptable means Of escape from the self and life itself. You were not a cloak about the shoulders for warmth, but a bonfire blazing in the night. Without Words I am without words. Against sense, only desire. My words perish, lost in longing.