Never the right time or the place, we misstep. I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine. The solid, solid universe is pervious to Love. And constancy lives in realms above.
Love has both its gall and honey in abundance. Over her warm cheek and rising bosom move the bloom of young desire and purple light of love. Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality. Pray love me little, so you love me long.
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