Power Of Passion

Ardent Lover- Do not turn from me, Mabell Something seems to teil me we were born for each other. In the eloquent glance of your eye, the flitting blush that mantles your brow aiid cheek and in the very tones of your voice there is something that stirs my inmost being to its profoundest depths. Kindred natures are linked by synipathetic chords that vibrate in unisón when love touches the heartstrings, and the chambers of the soul resound with the melody it awakes. Deep responds to deep. Unheard by the cold world, the thrilling music pulsates from heart to heart, and the listening angels bend down to hear love's immortal symphony. Mabel, dearest Mabel, does not your own heart's answering thrill bid you to hearken to my plea aod make me the happiest of mortals?