The femme fatale. She's dangerous. Never fall in love, She'll break your heart.

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The femme fatale. She's dangerous. Never fall in love, She'll break your heart.
Time would reveal all that is in the heart.
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.
The great puzzle lay in the difficulty of a civil and sensible reply to the ignominious and abrupt dismissal of the heart.
Time brought hope to the world for the coldness melted fast and heart full of connection sprang from its being.
He had no heart and his behaviour truly was diabolical, he delighted in his hold on her affection.
She blossomed with a heart mild as a dove, and a love ever fierce and tender.
So many put on a shroud of mystery - emotions can be played with, yet this heart can't stop thinking on love.
Some people with feelings light of heart sense hope growing as a reprieve, deep and silent.
Do you love that her mind wanders to nonsense? Let her have quiet, and encourage her heart to foster that intelligence.