She Who Touched My Soul



Mine was a life in mish mash haze
Till she arrived, a lone voice
That seemed more connected
Who I let in, speak to my senses;
Stayed, belting delightful soulful songs
Different from other dreary proclivity
Of the old and sameness
Unctuous blanket that’s been my cover
Keeping my soul stone cold
Casting my heart like in sepulchre
No fire put up could melt, that is
Till she applied this love melt-down

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