You fell in love hit on the skull. Pay attention to it no more - You're too young. Get other interests in life!
Hit on the Skull
Sorcerous Girl
My girl, a beauty men will understand... her sensuous, devourous lips - I brooded and bit her lips, my soul lost in a sorcerous girl.
Perfect Recluse
Her anger was furious, her love fierce. However, she had a propensity to invariably vex. She learnt she had not once trusted. She was a perfect recluse, perfectly contented, how long before those she notice, you could not climb the frost.
I Can’t Fancy Him
Turning to take a last glance, he's young and kind and naturally, I can't fancy him, I thought, surveying my companion.
Someone
She had a feeling she was someone, somewhere, to another person.
Deeds Must Prove It
I'll not disguise fanciful affection for him. I care for nothing in comparison. I love him better than myself, I know it, that proves it, but deeds must prove it also.
Side by Side
Impulsive quick looks like love and nervous hands cold around her. Looking for something and nothing to say - side by side the two barely grownup.
A Poet
A poet simply loved what was, indiscriminately.
A Dance
We had a dance. I loved the music, but it sounded sweetest in the dark. By skylight it was our devil's psalmody.
Flames Unfurled
She was a fire. Her flames unfurled in brilliant threads and desired him alone.
