”Oh! My dear, dear Rose, look at how my hand tremble, look at my pale cheek; hear how my heart bears. It is for you, my love, not for the black tulip. Destroy the bulb, destroy the germ of that flower, extinguish the gentle light of that innocent and delightful dream, to which I have accustomed myself; but love me, Rosa, love me; for I feel deeply that I love but you.”
— Jun 15, 2023 08:35PM
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