Love Soul

Who will believe me in time to come,

If life is filled with the most pain?

Though yet, I know it is a path laid of thorns,

Which hides your life and half your parts

If I could show the beauty of my heart,

And the truth buried deep within,

forever it would be said- "the touch of love is above all".



So, should my soul be honored again?

with the purity of love flowing through the vein.

When you tried to be yourself,

tried to be loved for what you are.

That love is no longer yours,

It's just you again.



So should that beauty which you hold back,

the issues your sweet form shouldn't bear.

After all, this comes to an end,

be prepared to be back to self again.

Who lets their world fall apart?

Against the stormy gusts of strangers spite

And barren rage of people's eternal cold?

None but only the dear love you know.