Her soul was all indifference, for she dared not confess love.

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Her soul was all indifference, for she dared not confess love.
The pure, transcendent love, this menagerie of heaven and flesh is my beautiful resurrection.
So many put on a shroud of mystery - emotions can be played with, yet this heart can't stop thinking on love.
The very word marriage, is a blight. We are conditioned to only be aware of ourselves as individuals and are not satisfied to leave behind the careless and transitory love of the opposite sex.
I didn't want him to kiss me. I don't love him. I never did. I deluded myself, made him into a new man - not a human, fallible being.
I blindly love him - with a burning, helpless love.
I am simple enough to love brilliant friends and gin.
You gave me stories and poems so, very simply, you show me that hope and love are in this world.
Intoxicated by intimacy, he swore he loved her.
The world's praise, money & love corrupts the pure. Maybe one day, the miracle of humanity and integrity, can put us back to a reasonable life.