WHEN THE SOUL LOVES

WHEN THE SOUL LOVES
My love is greater than my mind can bear.
I see whom l love weak, which calls my tear.
I rush to help but feel ashamed of nagging eyes
that show my weakness though my smile tries
to hide that shameful tear that never lies.

My soul is full of love, Platonic kind,
that involves depth of heart and thoughtful mind.
I love through endless soul whose love is deep,
and ties two souls to reach a height so steep.

I speak with someone dear, and find my soul
embracing her sweet heart with love so cool,
so far from worldly touch but full of sense
that descends from the sky , the great love source.

All people are so dear if black or white
as they have touched my soul, my mind and heart.
I love it whenl hear they're coming near
and thoughts of getting far can raise my fear.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH