Her affectionate heart had fallen in love over poetry.

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Her affectionate heart had fallen in love over poetry.

The female form is fated to male-defined vision. She must deconstruct the self the individuality to ultimately represent the subversive feminine symbol.

Men do not change all their habits for love.

I suppose this world is really cruel, and love well, I know all which love could do. Why do you refuse to see it yourself?

Her story begins quite naturally, where she is a sullen and friendless ugly duckling. Poor, plain and invisible. The plight of all Cinderellas.

Happiness is loving what we need.

Her feelings were no relief. Her greatest want was him.

My life force is a dreary November night. The rain against the panes my candle nearly burnt out, the glimmer infusing life into me. People did not understand I was borne into the darkness of the night.

It is a rare form of happiness. The beach empty, footprints in the sand, the night and the sea.

There was no doubt his expression could talk to her, wanting to speak of the regret that he lost her.
