That wasn’t blood. It was love. It pours out of you when you lose faith.
You must trust in your inner being of light, the angel you already are.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
If it’s to be, it’s up to me.to which I add;If not now…then when?
Why don’t you just call me a hooker while you’re at it?
If you meet an angel, you will have not peace, but a fever.
Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire.
Please, baby, you had to know the Devil would be well endowed.
You look like her; the angel I have seen in my dreams.