The Soul

by wayne t   Feb 22, 2005


A soul is in all who traverse this planet be it good or bad
no one knows why it is that we can't understand it or
willing to try;

most say they can but fall terribly short and
ask but why; to understand a soul you have to have one to
bare it to;
one who cares as much as you; who also has a
soul to bare but as you no one to care;

it is not easy or fun;
you can search on your own, but who can you tell; that deep
down you feel like hell;

all the whys and what's and where's
still go unanswered with out someone who cares;
then in the
depth of despair;

you find that special one who will help you to
bare; and behold a new day is there and the soul you both find you
share;

is laid open without care of what they bare, for you have
found true love that cares;

and forever more your souls are one;
and now you know that true love really can repair a soul.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Sammie Moore

    Thats interesting, I never thought of it that way...
    ~Sammie

  • 19 years ago

    by Tainted Butterfly

    Yes true love can indeed repair a soul. Nice poem.