lost..
heretofore, I am loving bill with the intensity of a sole affection, and I've had schooled myself and hope for little other return than the waywardness of an april breeze which spends its time in airy sport, and has it's gusts of inexplicable passion, and is petulant in its best of mood, and chills oftener than caress you, when to take it to your bosom in requital of which misdemeanors it will sometimes, of its own vaque purpose; kiss your cheek with a kind of doubtful tenderness and play gently with your hair and then be gone about its other idle business leaving a dreamy pleasure at your heart.