That heartbreaking face and eyes of incredible delicacy, something made you want to stare and to notice her.

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That heartbreaking face and eyes of incredible delicacy, something made you want to stare and to notice her.
Your face is bright all steeped in sunshine, more beautiful than the water singing as it runs on a great day.
I gave up a love so incredible: he had me in a shiver of flesh and touch... I think of the face I love and he is gone. I know I have to live with that.
A great fatigue: this stagnant point in my poisoned body. My corpse-like face nothing to you, my love. I was surviving.
I persuaded myself that he had somehow hypnotized me. I found myself staring at the slight smile on his face.
Her face held the promise of heaven.
My ruined face - I see myself withered and spotty, eyes wide in sagging flesh. When did I stop being me?
Express willed determination in the face of suffering like a queen.
Love swell to be as natural and necessary as breathing. That golden, everyday love was a face smiling at me before I go to sleep.
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.