love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: what is it else? a madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
... let's just marinate on the above, shall we? made with two lovely morganite beads, and gold filled crescent moons. so sweet, everyone will fall in love. earrings hooks are gold plated. sensitive ears? switch your hook to gold!