Although you bring me joy, I canāt take joy in this exchange of promises tonight. Itās too crazy. We havenāt done enough thinking. Itās too sudden. Itās too much like lightning, which flashes and then disappears before you can say, āitās lightning.ā My sweet, good night. Our love, which right now is like a flower bud in the summer air, may turn out to be a beautiful flower by the next time we meet. Euphoria & Romeo and Juliet (1996)














