The Soul Of Love Poem by Joan Marques

The soul of love is in the self
It's captured in the heart
It can't be stored on ledge or shelf
It can't be thorn apart

The soul of love is wholesome too
It adds esteem to life
It flourishes when hearts are true
It helps boon to survive

The soul of love has angel wings
To fly away from pain
It touches long forgotten strings
It never works in vain

The soul of love transcends through time
It never gets too old
It's everlasting in its prime
And never does grow cold

The soul of love might never die
No matter if we do
It could still be when seas run dry
And sky's no longer blue

The soul of love is like a breath
It's quiet, but it's there
Let's keep it from just going death
And spread it everywhere