My words smoulder in his heart.

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My words smoulder in his heart.
Her spirit and heart came round out of doors: She would be happy entirely alone, and every breath so full of life.
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.
I say truly as I draw closer to the end my heart is better in old age.
It is strange how the existence of happiness completes your heart even when body is gone. Men seldom cherish the solace of declining years.
You have heart and nerves, Why conceal them? Pride lies with a sweet smile on her face; Her life closed to the end in this abyss.
Something stirred her heart, fluttering hope swelled to greater echos winding them together weaving her happy influence among them.
I fear another betrayal should be the last. my journey was sadder than I could put down, my history, dree, and dreary! And not exactly a kind which I should have chosen but never mind! I'll extract my heart and I'll continue whole.