I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Me when me im when im when im i m im im
-William Shakspere, 2007
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.