I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with pleasures.
J. Keats.
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"write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been." Keats
Pues sí. Al menos eso.
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