Tis it I that has devoured your heart with my brand of love? Dare I tug harder, may your heart break in two. Thine own heart weakens upon viewing your natural beauty as you gaze out your window. I wish now, that there was no other that fights for a place in your heart. I will fight to the death to be your sole suitor. I alone can bring you the happiness you yearn for.
The Exquisite Pain in My Heart© (“La Douleur Exquise Dans Mon Coeur©”)
Copyright 2018
By Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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