To take a soul and make it cold
To sour something made of gold
To kill a love that’s pure and fine
The product of a wicked mind.



To love a woman with all your heart
And then find out her Soul is dark
Is this the way love should be?
Or to shelter ‘neath an oaken tree?



To shield your heart, mind, and soul
From the force of love; does your heart grow cold?
To protect yourself do you disdain?
From ever feeling love’s power again?



To stay from ever being hurt
Do you shun those with a purer heart?
As close together you both walk
Do you spurn the love, that would not hurt?



Mankind was made to love
The healing power of the dove
But, what if, your heart was broken
Is love then the merest token?



So, what if someone loved you true?
So, what is it then do you do?
Your heart is shielded, mind, and soul
Do you lose your love, do you grow cold?


© Ian Campbell-harris 2004