gri_2003_m_46_b01_f11_042
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- WINNER - 65311252 - kongjie
- 65330917 - Emtil1907
- 65334866 - not-logged-in-5009750375f16af0fc83
- 65371791 - Sean_Walters89
- 65374238 - Kelvets
- 65379832 - not-logged-in-f6a5cb53c9a5cfb8328d
WINNER - 65311252 - kongjie
11 Mansel Road,Wimbledon.
18th December.
Dearest Sylvia,
I love you. When I think of you
suddenly my heart gives a distinct
little beat, an extra jump.
When you come in January consider
the bridges back as little as possible,
dearest. Try to reduce the
conflict when you come. You must trust
my love as I trust yours. You ought
not to hope for a compromise. Although
it will be difficult at first I will
make you content.
I do not believe Clifford when he
says obstacles have helped our love.
The fact our love has survived when
there have been so many things to suppress
or weaken it, is proof of the integrity
of our love.
How happy I was in Camber Castle-
I admired your reconstruction (between
kisses) of the plan. What a lovely
landscape was there-flat, roomy, the
light changing. I have not yet finished
my poem about it but I have got
a sonnet ready in time for this letter:
65330917 - Emtil1907
11 Mansel Road, Wimbledon.18th December.
Dearest Sylvia,
I love you. When I think of you suddenly my heart gives a distinct little beat, an extra jump.
When you come in January consider the bridges back as little as possible, dearest.Try to reduce the conflict when you come. You must trust my love as I trust yours. You ought not to hope for a compromise. Although it will be difficult at first I will make you content.
I do not believe Clifford when he says obstacles have helped our love. The fact our love has survived when there have been so many things to suppress or weaken it, is proof of the integrity of our love.
Hoe happy I was in Camber Castle - I admired your reconstruction (between kisses) of the plan. What a lovely landscape was there - flat, roomy, the light changing. I have not yet finished my poem about it but I have got a sonnet ready in time for this letter:
65334866 - not-logged-in-5009750375f16af0fc83
11 Mansel Road,Wimbledon.
18th December.
Dearest Sylvia,
I love you. When I think of you
suddenly my heart gives a distinct
little bet, an extra jump.
When you come in January consider
the bridges back as little as poss-
ible, dearest. Try to reduce the
conflict when you come. You must trust
my love as I trust yours. You ought
not to hope for a compromise. Although
it will be difficult at first I will
make you content.
I do not believe Clifford when he
says obstacles have helped our love.
The fact our love has survived when
there have been so many things to sup-
press or weaken it, is proof of the integ-
rity of our love.
How happy I was in Camber Castle -
I admired your reconstruction (between
kisses) of the plan. What a lovely
landscape was there - flat, roomy, the
light changing. I have not yet fin-
ished my poem about it but I have got
a sonnet ready in time for this letter:
65371791 - Sean_Walters89
11 Mansel Road,Wimbledon.
18th December.
Dearest Sylvia,
I love you. When i think of you suddenly my heart gives a distinct little beat, an extra jump.
When you come in January consider the bridges back as little as possible, dearest. Try to reduce the conflict when you come. You must trust my love as I trust yours. You ought not to hope for a compromise. Although it will be difficult at first I will make you content.
I do not believe Clifford when he says obstacles have helped our love. The fact our love has survived when there have been so many things to suppress or weaken it, is proof of the integrity of our love.
How happy i was in Camber Castle - I admired your reconstruction (between kisses) of the plan. What a lovely landscape was there - flat, roomy, the light changing. I have not yet finished my poem about it but i have got a sonnet ready in time for this letter:
65374238 - Kelvets
11 Mansel Road, Wimbledon.18th December.
Dearest Sylvia,
I love you. When I think of you suddenly my heart gives a distinct little beat, an extra jump.
When you come in January consider the bridges back as little as poss-
ible, dearest. Try to reduce the conflict when you come. You must trust my love as I trust yours. You ought not to hope for a compromise. Although it will be difficult at first I will make you content.
I do not believe Clifford when he says obstacles have helped our love. The fact that our love has survived when there have been so many things to sup-
press or weaken it, is proof of the integ-
rity of our love.
How happy I was in Camber Castle - I admired your reconstruction (between kisses) of the plan. What a lovely landscape was there - flat, roomy, the light changing. I have not yet fin-
ished my poem about it but I have got a sonnet ready in time for this letter:
65379832 - not-logged-in-f6a5cb53c9a5cfb8328d
11 Mansel Road,Wimbledon.
18th December.
Dearest Sylvia,
I love you. When I think of you
suddenly my heart gives a distinct
little beat, an extra jump.
When you come in January consider
the bridges back as little as poss-
ible, dearest. Try to reduce the
conflict when you come. You must trust
my love as I trust yours. You ought
not to hope for a compromise. Although
it will be difficult at first I will
make you content.
I do not believe Clifford when he
says obstacles have helped our love.
The fact our love has survived when
there have been so many things to sup-
press or weaken it, is proof of the integ-
rity of our love.
How happy I was in Camber Castle -
I admired your reconstruction (between
kisses) of the plan. What a lovely
landscape was there - flat, roomy, the
light changing. I have not yet fin-
ished my poem about it but I have got
a sonnet ready in the time for this letter: