He shall never know i love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.
He shall never know i love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.
He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
Oh dreadful is the check - intense the agony - When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.
Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you Oh, God it is unutterable I cannot live without my life I cannot live without my soul.
He is more myself than I am. Whatever our two souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere I see heavens glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories