The Tears of the Butterfly (Paperback)

"I wish we could live forever," I said, staring out at the silver moon in the black water beneath us. It shivered, uncertain, more of my own reflection than of that still silver face. You squeezed my hand, and we turned to look at each other, but the affection in your green eyes was unbearable, so I shut mine and kissed you on the mouth, slowly and sweetly, like the verses trickling from the stars above us. For in that moment, I wasn't afraid of dying. I wasn't afraid of anything, except of losing you and love - the only fear, it occurred to me, that an immortal man would have.