Love and Turmoil In the Heart

Prevalence of my tenure and my decision. What's the explanation for your heartache? Oh, soul, how did you let follow the passion? People who love you have had heartbreak. While I feel doubt and nervous tension. What type of strength evokes your spirit. Or, it wasn't enough for me to crumble into adoration. Faking a yawn because you're so intelligent. You've put a lid on your admiration. Love is the road to those who are hopeless or apart. Not seeing such a gale was brewing. Oh, if you miss her speed, they're going to be ruined. I must weep,  my emotional pain, my hating. She was the same as a phantom who might apprehend. How would I slake her craving for something trifling? How should I have sustained such a prison yard? Love trails hope in the middle of the jail guard. Stop the vex; every pleasure has a rim of suffering. We should cover up our misery unless it's clothing. All these, and greater, hope to afford to fund. The same is true of the thusly anger that awaits incitement. Or you can remember a hidden glimpse in your memory. Alternatively, the tear that we cry is a disappointment. The scope of passion is gone; it can never be. You're ever going to have a zone in my ecstasy environment. Things must evaluate the infinite prominence. Love conveys emotions that move us beyond us. Love is greater than cooking and a bouquet of rice. It's greater than just a piece of fabric or a glove crust. Is it always flattering me, just disparity? Even for a trice. This was the best right arrow for reviews. Remember you as a Moon, and I was a genius. My era's hair has darkened, similar to a shadow. I'm among the people conveying between us. Love is with me; companionship is narrow. Also, it would avail if you were steadfast in the face of adversity. Is this whole universe over depravity and wickedness. I had the thumps in my broad heart curtesy. Because she was the same as a child, but she has awareness. But I can't find a way to start this asperity. As the nude star is staring at his cohort in the fog. I started wandering the same as a stranger through the mist. Besides, I forget that I was an idyllic poet jog. Now she has a casual adoration supplier list. It's the way the man fights the force log. I haven't ever had any memory or previous stories. There's a murmur of days or a smell in vain. Or I may have tears in my eyes, covered by the strut. Throw a glance across the green, draw a grin again. Ok, I'm crying for you; now it's your time to lament. And their true love has been restored. As if the world will praise the ears of Heaven. An appropriate degree of purity of the core chord. Or they could whisper my thoughts, my fears. The nearest I can come to honesty is to be secured.