I lied because I loved you madly.

I lied because you were dearer to me than my honour.

I lied because I despaired of touching your heart, and any road seemed good that led to you.

Why did I meet you?
why could I not see you without recognising in you the dream of my whole life?
Happiness had passed me by, it was about to take flight; I caught it in a trap--I lied.

Who would not lie, to be loved by you ?" Samuel Brohl never had looked so handsome.