The femme fatale. She's dangerous. Never fall in love, She'll break your heart.

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The femme fatale. She's dangerous. Never fall in love, She'll break your heart.

I would have given you a love so absolute.

In the silence of the soft air he heard her and he wondered what pain made her laugh like that.

He seemed real but I won't leave in the middle of my plot and recover after he walked out.

The great puzzle lay in the difficulty of a civil and sensible reply to the ignominious and abrupt dismissal of the heart.

How can he leave her? Women: he seemed to run from them - was he to blame, he like most men, believe loving a woman eternally isn't compatable and already it is tomorrow.

Tomorrow the prince turns into a warted toad, I know this well enough.

The lonely life of a poet is the primary source of poems on lost love.

With her impulses, I think she is as blindingly destructive as a rejected lover.

There's nobody here with me. I dread sleeping: my dreams are bitter and my face bathed in tears.
