Now! Is past the point of living;

The point of no return.

Captivation and –

Adoration.

Obsession. Mine eyes have seen only

You.

Such talent, mingled with saccharine sweetness.

The beautified Ophelia;

In her magnificent white bosom,

Never made corpses sound any sweeter,

Or ay more sentimental.

Miss Lucy, Mrs. Lovett;

Marla, my dear.

Eyes so bright and beautiful;

Like black jewels and

moonlight.

Poor Elizabeth;

Dead, dead, gone.

Morgan and

Lady Jane.

No one is fairer than thee.

Such magnificence hast thou.

I scarce can look away.

My breath is yours;

My heart, my soul.

Indeed; if I too had a tumor,

I’d certainly name it Helena.