Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. Then tear asunder.

Love, yes. Word known to all men.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.