Would you recognize your soul if you met it?

My muse is six feet, a hundred and ninety pounds and cradles my soul in his arms without knowing it.

We’re meant for each other for a moment, but no one knows how long the moment lasts except the moment itself.

You stole my soul but I figured it was because you needed it more.

I gave you my mind and body, but the most important thing, I gave you my soul.