Soul meets soul on lover’s lips.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Another reason why we must love our enemies is that hate scars the soul and distorts the personality.
Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.
If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn’t love you as much as I do in a single day.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other and to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
I will love the sun for it warms my soul. I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light, for it shows me the way. But I love you most, for you are my dream come true.
Look beyond the naked eye and you will see the beauty of one's soul, and the true essence of who they really are.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.