Spreuken over Liefde

All love is unrequited. All of it.

-no girl had ever moved me with a story of spiritual suffering and so beautifully her soul showing out radiant as an angel wandering in hell and the hell the selfsame streets Id roamed in watching, watching for someone just like her and never dreaming the darkness and the mystery and eventuality of our meeting in eternity,

We must love one another or die.

Everyone got kind of crazy with me mentioning I was in love with a woman.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.