It's no good - friendship was so wearying. She dared never let it come out, how blind he was! She loved his soul.

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It's no good - friendship was so wearying. She dared never let it come out, how blind he was! She loved his soul.
It was quite true, some poets have a blind craving for a complete evolution of heart and spirit.
Some were magically attracted to men selfish and blind to how love truly felt.
The word love is the idea of fate and magic and yet, this miraculous blind optimism to be loved by one human I am afraid of.
With her impulses, I think she is as blindingly destructive as a rejected lover.
A blind fall had her frail moorings open suddenly, and a burst of faint music evoked incommunicable emotion, like a wave trailing in her wake.