Love is a sickness that I could live without. But your beauty is as compelling as Jupiter is large.
One of these mornings I am going to get up and not have to think about this first thing and when that time comes I will be so happy because I will know then that the sadness has finally left.
The only thing harder than thinking that I could ever be anything to anyone is trying to explain that to anybody.
So dance, so dance, so make it worth all the sadness.