...would I, if I could, supplant one of any of the affections that I know to have taken root in you - that great and solemn one, for instance. I feel that if I could get myself remade, as if turned to gold, I WOULD not even then desire to become more than the mere setting to that diamond you must always wear.
The regard and esteem you now give me, in this letter, and which I press to my heart and bow my head upon, is all I can take and all too embarrassing, using all my gratitude.
Sweet baby I love you for real I can't explain just how I feel You are to me a special love And the love I feel is from above To never hurt you is my true desire Yet right now my heart is on fire It burn in away I can't explain Completely different from other pains It's sadness yet joyful too Devastated yet hopes crushed Still strongly unbearable yet copes Baby I love you
nice to meet you i hope this time you must send message to me
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