The soul of a woman is full of mysteries: understanding its ways is a challenge even for those who believe to be experts. A woman might burst into tears when she is supposed to be happy and the most unexpected little things can bring her indescribable joy.
A woman lives from the depth of her soul: she finds it impossible to shine without proper encouragement. She cannot strive if life is monotonous and she cannot function as a robot. A woman needs feelings. A woman is like a delicate flower: she might have thorns but is so beautiful when she blossoms. But, just like a flower, without proper nourishment, she withers away.
You can see it on her face when she feels happy: a woman in love couldn’t hide her true feelings even if her life depended on it. She cannot hide her happiness when she loves and is loved in return, when her body and soul are consumed by love. She’s full of life and she shines the brightest wherever she may be. Her sorrow is just as obvious as her happiness. If she feels like she’s stuck in a rut or lost all motivation, she might not cry but her eyes are different. There’s no fire burning within her. A man must realize when this happens. If this is what you see in her eyes, something has changed and is gone for good. The flames might not be burning violently all the time but when her fire is quenched, it’s over. Keeping the flames alive is the responsibility of both the man and the woman but when you see her pallid face looking at you, she’s gone. Happiness is gone. Words cease to mean anything and she closes up and dreams her own dreams.
She dreams of days long gone: her heart longs for a touch of revival, a word that warms her up, a spark so that she could have that fire again. But she needs kindling. She needs to remember how beautiful she once felt, she needs to know what it feels like to be a woman. She needs to remember what a fiery touch feels like and what it feels like to be someone else’s fire.
Fading passion and lost words destroy a woman’s heart. She loses sight of who she is and, after some time, she accepts what she looks like but can no longer recognize herself.
“Her beauty is not in the clothes she puts on, it’s in not her body or her hair. A woman’s beauty is in her eyes for eyes are the door to her heart.”
Her beauty fades away as she feels more and more empty on the inside – she wouldn’t even stand out from the crowd any more. No one deserves to wither away. A withering woman is no longer herself, she’s just trying to survive. She can never be happy. She lost all her strength and is not even trying to reach out for help any more. And as the years go by, her life goes by. Without feelings, a life is lost for, in life, your greatest motivation is what you feel deep down.
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