"I will let my heart break. I will try and let my heart be broken."
Love you are more precious than silver,
love you are more costly than gold.
Love you are more beautiful than diamonds,
and nothing I desire compares with thee.
A slight modification of a song by Lynn DeShazo from 1982.
"The rushing of the wolves. What if the wildness, the savagery, isn't dark just chaotic. What if it can be good."