Love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.


She and He (1859)


Love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.

Love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.

Love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.

Love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.