He was getting rather soft with good living and a desk job.

It was soft with age and would not stand alone.

She looked at me then, her eyes soft with pain.

The quiet voice, the blue eyes were soft with concern.

His eyes turned soft with love when I sat up and just stared at him.

It was no way to treat a woman, to be soft with her.

Your hands are soft with the work others have performed for you.

And another face, soft with a different kind of love.

If you were too soft with them, they wouldn't move.

Have we not been soft with him long enough, and to no purpose?