I promise hand against heart to express what my heart seldom reveals, the deep purity of this love and our happiness as long as I live.

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I promise hand against heart to express what my heart seldom reveals, the deep purity of this love and our happiness as long as I live.
He turned and he looked at her - the hands, the face, the voice... she fell hard for him.
He is not a weak spot, he is happiness.
Passion knotted together with touch. So much want.
My tongue burns to tell you - I love you.
If he remained, a stranger of my love, time, I'm well aware, is impracticable to convince me to settle.
One glance and there is no mystery, you are perfect.
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.
She was a fire. Her flames unfurled in brilliant threads and desired him alone.
Sometimes I can't stand how I love you. All of me wild, deep, desperate I am yours, don't you know?