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I do not disdain the wind, for it makes her lovely tresses dance with the seductive grace of a gypsy. But that which I absolutely cannot stand is the way she blushes when I kiss her hand. I do not rue the lamplight that reflects Heaven in her eyes, for it cannot outshine her smile. But I do loathe that with each new breath I will love her more 'til my cursed death.