The human soul needs to be cared for. Logic might not know the necessities of love.

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The human soul needs to be cared for. Logic might not know the necessities of love.
All the great words - love, joy, happiness, were just a cocktail of experience in life.
The genuine thrill of books and poems roused her deeper than any love affair.
It took me some days to know harmony with life. You, my love, are the end to my despair.
My love of him, surely haunted me.
Love was insanity. Just maniacal.
My heart, it broke, but on a warm spring day of sunshine I realized my feelings have come back all it took was the touch of passionate love.
In that moment love seemed only natural to exist in them.
Dream until real love is around.
Love was simple but it felt like a jumbled vulnerable curiosity and I was utterly without will.