for Juliet and Pauline Don't let her leave. Don't make her leave. I love her. She is my life and without her I am nothing. If I was ten years older, She was ten years older, We were not both young women With a madness in our blood - You would not call this unhealthy. You would not call this unwholesome. You would not call this obsessive. You would call this true love. January 27, 1995 © Lela Kaunitz