Dear Torina, I can't face the idea of sacrificing you to this danger. You must stay alive. " He caressed her cheek. "Hear me," he went on. "Even if you feel only friendship, Torina, I've loved you since the day you helped me to my feet. I tried so hard to stop. Then I thought you were dead, and my life hurt every day.
Poetry is that
which arrives at the intellect
by way of the heart.