I want your naked soul or nothing at all.

I know a beautiful soul when I feel one. The empath in me honors the authentic in you.

Your soul is so bohemian, free and gypsy wild. Come swim with me in the calming sea, let's be mermaids for awhile.

Old soul. Poet's heart. Warriors mind.

We didn't just bump into each other or randomly meet. It was more like a soul collision, meant to be.

She was a restless soul. Born with black wings and a gypsy heart.

Don't say it doesn't make sense then tell me you feel your spine curve and chill humps rise all over your skin. That's all the sense it needs to make. That's what it's supposed to do. That's poetry darling; you feel it in your noes, it chills your skin-- poetry speaks to your soul, it burns within.

Don't analyze her love. Just turn the green light on and move into her soul.

The amount of her madnessdepends on the amount of her love.If she is crazy, frantic, insane with you,then simply stated . . .She is in love with you.