He stared at her spilling heaven into her heart and soul, drowned in bliss, in perfection.
Spilling Heaven
Level Of Greatness
A heart full of forgiveness is a new level of greatness.
Misanthropist’s Heaven
A misanthropist's heaven: my heart sheltered by my perseverance not to allow anyone to walk in.
Anyone Else
She couldn't think of anyone else, he was the best thing that had happened to her heart.
Hurt
Everything hurt - her heart, her head, her soul.
Wrong Guy
Her heart was struggling to smile, if only I had not loved the wrong guy.
Intensity
The intensity of poetry it would have broke my heart.
Submerged Truth
It is in our idleness in our dreams the submerged truth comes to the top. All these emotions lurking had unmistakably roused in my heart.
Affectionate Heart
Her affectionate heart had fallen in love over poetry.
My Heart Bled
My heart bled for you, and yet it was absolutely hopeless, but I was willing to hope that you could just acknowledge such a possibility of desire for me.
