Spain, 1935.
''Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn't felt,
an always discontent contentment,
for longing to burn with your forbidden lover.''
Spain, 1935.
''Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn't felt,
an always discontent contentment,
for longing to burn with your forbidden lover.''
"When I first met you my face was on fire. I was starstruck beyond belief, and I think secretly you knew it. When I got to know you we became fire on fire, uncontrolled flames that kept reigniting...