Love Is the Death of Duty
O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reigned
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.
Sonnet 109, William Shakespeare
Love Alone by CLB
Domino by Mave Bowman
In Order of Appearance
Beetlejuice
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Mrs. Doubtfire
Raising Arizona
Halloween
Eyes Wide Shut
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Jules Et Jim
Point Break
Batman Returns
The Princess Bride
Face/Off
Breakfast At Tiffany’s
The Mask
Romance is everything
