He loved her with his very soul… with his whole life, with a heart that breathed, with all five of his senses… and with an unbridled madness. And after having loved her so much… She was the sun of his mornings, the moon when the sun departed, the tranquil haven where he found rest… after battles lost. And then… after having loved her so much, death launched an assault and severed the bonds that held them together. He knew uncontrollable desire, a passion previously unknown, the struggle… between two bodies locked in a clash toward unbridled pleasure… which always left her deeply wounded. And then… after having loved her so much, He forgot the bitterness, the taste of pain, and the passing of the days; he remembers… her insatiable lips, the heat of her blood, and how her breasts burned. And then… after having loved her so much, death launched an assault and severed the bonds that held them together. And he would reward her with his kisses, with caresses… invented in the moment, with the cry of a lament that only pure ecstasy can explain. And then… after having loved her so much, death launched an assault and severed the bonds that held them together. Now… he knows the bitterness, the taste of pain, and he asks the God who has taken her away… “What use is a soul, a life, and a weary heart… if it has no one left to beat for?” If, after having loved her so much, death launched an assault… After having loved her so much… so much…
