Why is Death always scowling? Does he hate the life he takes, or the death he gives?
Love turns tragic in Persia, in Venice, in China, in graveyards, in movies, in poems.
Love gets deadly in candles tall as men.
Only after we fail to bring it back from where it's gone, do we ever think to join it where it's at.
"There are herbs that draw mysterious powers from the magical light of the full moon, David's harp and Solomon's seal, boxthorn and centaury. No one knew this better than the old apothecary."