My tongue burns to tell you - I love you.

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My tongue burns to tell you - I love you.
Every expression contained a fierce love, and now I know she loves with her soul.
His form and hers, of perfect peace. The infinite calm seldom frenzied or despairing a shadowless eternity boundless in love. One might doubt the presence of asserted tranquility. Do you believe such people are happy? I'd give a great deal to know.
Together, they would brave all. They stepped or, more correctly, felt irresistibly impelled by the sweet ring of progress beyond the line of storms.
If he remained, a stranger of my love, time, I'm well aware, is impracticable to convince me to settle.
You're alone. It's just you and I think you're afraid you don't feel enough love.
One glance and there is no mystery, you are perfect.
You fell in love hit on the skull. Pay attention to it no more - You're too young. Get other interests in life!
My girl, a beauty men will understand... her sensuous, devourous lips - I brooded and bit her lips, my soul lost in a sorcerous girl.