My heart, it broke, but on a warm spring day of sunshine I realized my feelings have come back all it took was the touch of passionate love.

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My heart, it broke, but on a warm spring day of sunshine I realized my feelings have come back all it took was the touch of passionate love.
Sometimes, in my mind, the warm dark loneliness was the most poignant form that I felt.
April was sweet and warm, and trees in full bloom. Revel in the spring fragrance.
Sitting all drowsy and warm by a dark window, I had never felt so happy escaping into a novel.