The taste of beauty to adorn perfection.
Would be fairer to say was the source of a certain discontentment and the reason why the finest flower remained obstinately blank.
He had nevertheless remained a topic of her disposal.
He thought to leave her heart, though undeniably beautiful she was.
Nevertheless she was on the verge of committing her affections. But youth and charm prevailed; swayed by the force of her love for him.
He did not believe that he had explicitly pledged himself to her.
He would certainly upset her and therefore he abandoned an idea whose delicacy he could absolutely rely on.
Perhaps he really ought to see her, at the best of times, without any pain.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
