It’s gonna hurt, now,” said Amy. “anything dead coming back to life hurts.
You look like her; the angel I have seen in my dreams.
Everyone likes to be loved; no one is prepared to love.
I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.
her love was like jelly of the moonlight tempting to undress my darkness
Smile, my beloved, like the gold smiles from my father’s coffers.