Silver Threads ↠ Matthew Fairchild [1]

"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear."

Oscar Wilde

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His lips grazed against the skin on her cheek before he gently pressed a kiss there. She could feel the heat radiating from her face and she was silently thankful that it was so dark outside he couldn't see her blush.

"Mon coeur est à toi," he whispered ever so softly as he moved his lips from her cheek to her ear.

My heart is yours.

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