I am like my father – witless in matters of the heart, and of a poor way with women; yet the jewels that strew these royal garden paths – the trees, the flowers, the sward – all must have read the love that has filled my heart since first my eyes were made new by imaging your perfect face and form; so how could you alone have been blind to it?

Edgar Rice Burroughs Quotes

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