The rawness of old love, of that spirit love, given surely, through the senses - ours is not a trivial mortal affection.

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The rawness of old love, of that spirit love, given surely, through the senses - ours is not a trivial mortal affection.
I rather think real love and affection will fertilize your soul.
He had no heart and his behaviour truly was diabolical, he delighted in his hold on her affection.
I'll not disguise fanciful affection for him. I care for nothing in comparison. I love him better than myself, I know it, that proves it, but deeds must prove it also.