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I am not, my lord, one who looks at honor before apprehending the sorrows of the lowly. My heart, I feel as though thou hast neglected thine virtue and forsaken thy companion. Be it thus, I long to be of aid to thee and yet, I know not what thy true mind speaks, in essence, or wether the kindest words could be mistaken as such.
Tells't thou of love? and yet no love for me? Nay, even so, my love for thee wilt not tire.
Likewise I shall hope for hope, my desire, dost keep the flame afire and non, of force, will extinguish its warmth.

In loving friendship and with the utmost humility,

Miss L.
21.6.08 14:41


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