This is a delicate matter,the consummation of forbidden love.Regrettably, I have exhausted all of my impulsesin my previous lives,and now see only consequences,and once seen, they can not be ignored.It is the line in the sand that the tidewill never wash away.Oh, to be soulless,To see only the paint and not the canvas,To hear only the music and not the words.But that is to be untrue to myself,and the bard warned me about...