Beautiful Soul Poem by Jack Ashenden

a beautiful obsession wracks my soul
and purity blinds me, makes me a fool
to know love extracts a terrible toll
as your body becomes a misused tool

my heart yearns for her so much it might break
my mind can't focus on any but her
my heart is waiting for her to just take
my mind, these foolish hopes, cannot deter

I fear what she thinks, what she feels, she says
I hang on her words, her lips, on her eyes
and my lack of initiative dismays
while deep within me the soul heart just cries

oh why do we love when it causes us pain?
clearly because her soul hasn't a stain.