Oh what lies lurk in kisses! – Heinrich Heine
The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind. – Heinrich Heine
Oh what lies lurk in kisses! – Heinrich Heine
The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind. – Heinrich Heine