To jane,
Your lips arched much better than Eros' bow. Your eyes twinkle much brighter than stars. Your hair flowed silkier than silk. Your proportions are my everything. His words much powerful than mine to you. These praises are useless, they still belong to him.
From Maurice
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His Unreplied Mails : A Cradle For The Distressed
RomanceA collection of poetic letters and prose left unreplied.
