“Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.”

“It was a time I slept in many rooms, called myself by many names. I wandered through the quarters of the city like alluvium wanders the river banks. I knew every kind of joy, ascents of every hue. Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.”

“In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours.In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.”

“Life is a song. Your heart is the beat, your word is the lyric, your move is the dance. And love, love is the music.It has always been a dream of mine to sing my love away, let the music take her love to mine, the lyric touches her heart and soul. And may her head fallen over heel and so am I.”

“I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. (Song of Solomon 6:3a)”

“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”Yes.“Are you mine?”No.“No?”No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.”