Why should I talk? Words are hated, words are loved, but able to kill. Look at the silence - how easily it can be killed with a word. Within a second you are murderer. But what is amazing about silence is that it can be reborn in a second, too.
And you remind me of Verlaine - lost in his homosexuality and decadent art. And I fell for this things, because you make (fuck) art in my heart. "Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you."