Every expression contained a fierce love, and now I know she loves with her soul.

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Every expression contained a fierce love, and now I know she loves with her soul.
My girl, a beauty men will understand... her sensuous, devourous lips - I brooded and bit her lips, my soul lost in a sorcerous girl.
She was a fire. Her flames unfurled in brilliant threads and desired him alone.
The light around her rare magic, light of wonder - turning life and sorrow to song.
The Picasso of my soul was love. The girl I love.