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Chronicles of the Heart
Seasons of the soul poetry written through the years.
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…He had turned, his eyes softening, and then, the first kiss. It was tentative, a gentle exploration, a whispered question. Her heart had hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat, and a wave of something akin to awe had washed over her. It was a moment suspended in time, a fragile bloom of passion, as delicate and precious as the flower she had placed in his hair. “I love you,” she had breathed, the words tumbling out, pure and unadulterated, like a spring bursting forth. His response had been immediate, a fierce embrace that stole her breath. “And I, you,” he had vowed