How I long, dearest, that what I write may look up some day and meet your eye! Beloved, _then_, however faded the ink may have grown, I think the spirit of my love will remain fresh in it:--I kiss you on the lips with every word. The thought of "good-bye" is never to enter whichever place while I exist or I am even a corpse :it is _A reviderci_ for ever and ever:--"Love, love," and "meet again!"--the words we put into the thrush's song on a day you will remember, when all the world for us was a garden and your chest the cushions I slept upon .
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RomantizmWinner of September 2017 The Flower's Awards in Romance . I become more and more determined to free myself from all limiting pressures.... To write .. To resolve to live life to the fullest , and vow not to be constrained by boundaries.. I will love...
