A fizzle of affection has set my soul on fire and the conflagration has consumed my heart. But I didn't burn alone, she too did.
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Little did we know that holding hands could mean holding hearts. We only knew so much what we felt deep inside - that choking feeling; Love, yet we couldn't perfectly explain it to each other, for the source of the answer; our heart was on fire.
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As our heart burned, our head hurt badly and our eyes could only watch and let flow a stream of tears. For a thousand times we tried to figure out this strange feeling but the harder we tried the harder it became tracing the contours of this consuming feeling as though our understanding of self continuously drowned in our tears.
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With A burning heart, a hurting head and wet eyes, all we had left was Love - something we couldn't explain although the puzzle was long solved. It was the flame of love completing a conquest - convincing our head and heart. We only needed let love lead while our head and heart came to terms with our sizzles. And that we did!
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