Love…
…is a harsh teacher, but I bear no malice toward cupid’s mistaken arrows. Each grinding of my heart molded it to be ready for you. Through pain and heartbreak I was softened and made more perfect in my ability to love you.
From “Romeo and Juliet” by English Playwright William Shakespeare
Did
my
heart
love
till
now?
Forswear
it
sight,
For
I ne’er
saw
true
beauty
till
this
night.
