Soul to Soul

As I kook at you

 

Is it true?

 

Is the face of coldness, of a moving statue, who you are?

 

Can it be that God created you as such?

 

No!

 

It must be different!

 

For behind the exterior cold statuesque demeanor…

 

Lies the real you!

 

A soul wounded!

 

A soul disillusioned with man!

 

A soul in fight for its very survival!

 

As a smile comes forth from me to you.

 

Yes it’s true!!!

 

For you are smiling back!

 

As you sense the safety of my demeanor.

 

As you see genuineness in my love.

 

As you see unconditional acceptance.

 

Your soul begins to shine too!