April 18, 2002 Thursday - 21:06

sometimes, the heart sings in blackness a song that is at once painful and lovely. sometimes, the heart speaks in a beautiful voice of love and despair in the same breath, of a love that is not the opposite of despair but a twin of it. for who is noble enough to give of that love which is so pure and so devoted that it asks of nothing, nothing at all, in return?

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