The intensity of poetry it would have broke my heart.

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The intensity of poetry it would have broke my heart.
It is in our idleness in our dreams the submerged truth comes to the top. All these emotions lurking had unmistakably roused in my heart.
Her affectionate heart had fallen in love over poetry.
My heart bled for you, and yet it was absolutely hopeless, but I was willing to hope that you could just acknowledge such a possibility of desire for me.
The femme fatale. She's dangerous. Never fall in love, She'll break your heart.
Time would reveal all that is in the heart.
The fierce longings of his heart was alien. He had grown to realize he brooded a cynical image of the world. A figure came to him in sleep, her face veiled but desire traversed his memory.
The great puzzle lay in the difficulty of a civil and sensible reply to the ignominious and abrupt dismissal of the heart.
Time brought hope to the world for the coldness melted fast and heart full of connection sprang from its being.
He had no heart and his behaviour truly was diabolical, he delighted in his hold on her affection.