What is a phantom which roams the night, lodges in every heart, but dies at dawn? (Hope)
What darts like a flame, is feverish or languid, red as the sunset? (Blood)
What is ice and fire, clarity and obscurity, makes you a freeman and a slave, a slave and yet a king? (Love)
They all are elusive and hurt you deeply and cause heartache and pain. So why is it that we struggle, to grasp the ultimate entwining of two people's souls, over and over again?
