Principles are just writings on the wall, decorating a life that is gone; someone who has no home, no law, no hope on the horizon. Would it be nice that everyone knew, once in their lives, what it is to feel unconditional love and feel loved by someone who is irreplaceable? 

I really can't say/don't know if it would! ...

 There's no such thing as romantic love in this post-modern era, just in old movies.

(and that's why I love oldies and now been watching 1930's on b&w ones)

 You are the flowers of evil spawn by the worst things in the world and all the deeds of pure destruction that you've been inflicting on/for the entirety of my wretched existence should burn you inside out till you're just ashes blown by the wind. 

 One can choose to focus the eyes on the dark or in the light, but with way you turn blind. 

 I asked him if he would still love me old and grey. He answered: I will love you any way.

(old writing was with "she", but I remember I asked him back in those years, so.)