6/33 There is no healing for me now; I shall never find my senses again, for they are lost in you, and lost for ever. Drive me away, crush me, trample on me if you will; you cannot kill me nor kill my madness, for I live in you and for you, and I cannot die. I am not eloquent as other men are, to use smooth words and twist phrases. I love you--" "You have said too much already--too much, far too much," murmured Corona, in broken tones. |