Angela Marlowe:
There's only one real way to express love.
David Kolowitz:
What?
Angela Marlowe:
Poetry.
David Kolowitz:
What?
Angela Marlowe:
I heard this poem only once. But, I was in love. So, I'll never forget it. "If I were Queen of Pleasure, And you were King of Pain, We'd hunt down love together, Pluck out his flying feather, Teach his feet a measure, If I were KIng of Pleasure, And you were Queen of Pain."
David Kolowitz:
I - I know what you mean.
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