Your smile lights up my sorrowful heart. A piece of Chinese porcelain designed by ancient masters that will forever remain an unreachable mystery to this mere mortal. A glass of black bile that is addictive at the first sip. I would like to throw myself into your arms and be overcome by the deepest ecstasy in the bittersweet taste of your kisses. I would like to run my fingers through your hair made of the blackest night and find a peaceful home in your eyes. I love being with you.