She blossomed with a heart mild as a dove, and a love ever fierce and tender.

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She blossomed with a heart mild as a dove, and a love ever fierce and tender.
April was sweet and warm, and trees in full bloom. Revel in the spring fragrance.
That minx, she was a wicked little soul.
Fashion is ostentatious, but it might be a safety pin for you.
I glanced up and there above me, in smothering embrace of the August night was the moon, pregnant with light.
The roaring void of the universe is a lonesome romance of melted, molten stars standing in the light.
The moonlight glow began to melt away the new for an enchanted, old, unknown world.
Open Alice's door to words and worlds. A stream-of-consciousness and the brilliance of life.
She wore her evening dress like a black diamond.
I am a vampire as my senses fed involuntarily on the world. I can't stop looking - the glow of the air, and deep lovely blue are a taste blazing with color.