"I loved; I suffered; I sighed at the moon; I languished; I melted; I grew cold. I loved passionately, madly, in every conceivable fashion...wasting half my substance on the tender passion. But now--no thank you very much! I can't be fooled anymore; I've had enough. Black eyes, passionate looks, crimson lips, dimpley cheeks, moonlight, "Whispers, passion's bated breathing...'"
But never again. No more.
