If I am never to have you again after this night, this moment, you will remain the wife of my soul. Keeper of my heart.
Penelope Williamson
My love for you won't stop with my leaving. Come an evening over the years, when you step outside your door and hear the wind blowing through the cottonwoods, that'll be me, thinking of you, whispering your name, and loving you.
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romance historical
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