Together

Love is something too hard to explain, yet is even harder to contain or keep slain, you cannot release it, for its held, beneath this empty fleshy shell. Its not the unpleasant things which we all must dwell or our hearts turn black and deep as wells

at times you may think this love is no matter, but that is when your heart begins to shatter.

You see the pieces, crimson and bold and that is when you become old and cold.

They say the heart is something the body needs, and I most certainly do agree, but as every one knows, both heart and soul, have a special key.

With every heart there is a soul,
and every soul has a hole.
Not a hole void of happy and glee but a hole meant just for a key.

Some say that love is the key to the soul the two fit together like sand on a shoal.

Give me your heart and I will give you my love
I assure you the two will fit like a hand to a glove