"Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori."
Sticks and stones are vicious things, The hurt they bring intense. Whips and chains make chosen pain In careful increments. Words are better -- stronger tools. Brutal, ruthless, savage. They break no bones -- those truths, those lies. More potent is their damage. Your words, my love, they changed my life; I died the day I met you. You said you loved me, said, “Forever.” I wish...Read On