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He felt such murderous rage; rage to pummel his fists and destroy all those that cheated her to pulp. How dare someone despoil his innocent doe? How dared anyone lay a hand on her? He was forced to restrain his feelings because he felt that he was taking advantage of her innocence. How could someone be so cruel to the one he loves with all his heart and soul.
She is like a gazelle scared of the lions in the beastly jungle. And someone had already smeared her in their blood and clawed her. He felt like blue murder. Let him get his hands on that charlatan, he will rip him apart.
My beautiful, graceful, delicate angel. She makes me smile when I least want to. She warms my heart. She is like a sunbeam in his rage-filled darkened world. He never felt such an overwhelming protectiveness for anyone else.
Touching her is like awakening to the smell of ground coffee or the sign of drenched dew caught in the sunlight.
Her smile is as soft as a snowflake and as deadly as an earthquake. She could just shake the foundations on which he stood, on which people relied. He lost his balance when he was around her. She shook the tenuous hold he had on his surroundings. He was mesmerized, dazzled and bedazzled.
Is this love? Is this desire? Is this just wanting a woman so much that everything else fades into oblivion. Why does she twist his hearts strings? Why her? Why not all those sophisticated women? Why does she catch his breath and take it away? What makes her so unique that all women just fade from his vision? Is it her innocence? Or the strength that I see bubbling forth along with the enthusiasm and zest for life?
What makes her so special to him? It is that she is so perfect for him. His heart was filled with such rage and she twirled her way in to fill it with such longing for a love, a hearth and a home. Being with her or seeing her smile is like coming home to the place where love felt divine.
She is like a gazelle scared of the lions in the beastly jungle. And someone had already smeared her in their blood and clawed her. He felt like blue murder. Let him get his hands on that charlatan, he will rip him apart.
My beautiful, graceful, delicate angel. She makes me smile when I least want to. She warms my heart. She is like a sunbeam in his rage-filled darkened world. He never felt such an overwhelming protectiveness for anyone else.
Touching her is like awakening to the smell of ground coffee or the sign of drenched dew caught in the sunlight.
Her smile is as soft as a snowflake and as deadly as an earthquake. She could just shake the foundations on which he stood, on which people relied. He lost his balance when he was around her. She shook the tenuous hold he had on his surroundings. He was mesmerized, dazzled and bedazzled.
Is this love? Is this desire? Is this just wanting a woman so much that everything else fades into oblivion. Why does she twist his hearts strings? Why her? Why not all those sophisticated women? Why does she catch his breath and take it away? What makes her so unique that all women just fade from his vision? Is it her innocence? Or the strength that I see bubbling forth along with the enthusiasm and zest for life?
What makes her so special to him? It is that she is so perfect for him. His heart was filled with such rage and she twirled her way in to fill it with such longing for a love, a hearth and a home. Being with her or seeing her smile is like coming home to the place where love felt divine.
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