Feinde / Enemies Geschworen / Sworn Grund / Reason Liebe / Love
Reason is not what decides love.
Even paranoids have real enemies.
It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.
My son loves swords and shields and dragons.
I can't find a reason to be for this war. I've looked, and I can't, so I'm not.
The real strong have no need to prove it to the phonies.
The last of our enemies is laid low.
The roads of life are strewn with the wreckage of run-down and half-finished loves.
I'm not the easiest person to live with. I'm kind of a slob.
