Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. by piclry · Published December 16, 2022 · Updated December 16, 2022 Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. – : Shakespeare So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him, live no life. As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.Share this:FacebookX Related
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