The closest touch to come alive between you and me was a look of tender passion. Say you'll never let me go.

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The closest touch to come alive between you and me was a look of tender passion. Say you'll never let me go.
With that look in his eyes, I knew I'd give in.
The raw look on his face, the passion for her wistfully burning and vulnerable, made her feel as if she was the centre of all creation.
Do not look to people to bring happiness. Only your heart can be your guiding light, an intuition for growth.
This was, in words simply contentment, unlike any other, feel these quiet moments with me. Stay a few minutes and look at the stars.
Look carefully at sad eyes, at something hidden beneath a flicker of something, an expression of wonder.
Walk about and look at trees and birds, I forgot how much I started improving in a garden.
I can see light peek from beneath my soul. Look here. I'm trying to say I made the decision to stay.
For a fleeting instant she flashed her hidden depths concealed inside her, and he saw that distant look as if she had lost something.
Look for happiness in the world.