My soul
without love is happy
as my worth is not
dependent
on love of a man.

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My soul
without love is happy
as my worth is not
dependent
on love of a man.
The capacity to love with body and soul is within one's control. Deliberate love should take hold of desire and want with all that raging heart.
Her soul stood apart, so very tender and beautiful. She loved extraordinarily as if living was but a shadow to this feeling.
A poet in doses - helps with all those feelings and emotions that wash over you when there is no antidote for the afflictions of the soul.
The pure soul of an artist is a mind consumed and swayed by love.
The heart and soul of a good story is so blended that we feel it in real life.
It's no good - friendship was so wearying. She dared never let it come out, how blind he was! She loved his soul.
I rather think real love and affection will fertilize your soul.
She was a romantic soul and passion burned in her bed. That was life madly in love.
Somewhere in his soul, he still loved her.