Preface

Blind was her love

And blind was her passion.

Forever she dwells in her own tears

Forever she falls in the rivers of time.

What little did she knew of life.

What little did she knew of love.

The only thing she knew was nothing.

The only thing she wished for was everything.

Her love was too strong

It killed her Art

And in the end it killed her lovely heart

We might never feel what she felt

On that dreadful night.

We only can imagine her pain.