He's clearly not barbarous herself...such a gentfe，and well traveled，very intelligent.

But when he talks to you，You cannot always be sure whether he's in jest or in earnest.

I ought to have replied that tastes differ...That beauty is of little consequence.We none of us can help our nature.

I believe none of us is without some fault to hide...I believe that none of us is perfect.

The roses had thorns.

I Knew you would do me good in some way，at some time...I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you.

Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you，Especially when you're near me as you are now...

It feels as though I had a string.tied here under my left rib where my heart is.

Tightly knotted to you in a simiiar fashion.

And with all that distance between us...I'm afraid this cord will be snapped...and I shall bleed inwardly.

I may be plain and cry，but I'm not without feelings！