Talking to my soul

A Poem by SchelleB

Love

Talking to my soul

Words are not what I hear,
Silence is what is loud.
In the way you talk to my soul.

In your eyes I see your life,
No words can describe�"
Your pain,
Your struggle.

Louder is your compassion,
Your demeanor.
King is what is clearer to me�"
A Nubian King compliments me.

Nubian Queen is what you've made me.
From soil, you were the seed
That Allah planted to make me grow,
Flourish and bloom.

Now I consume
More knowledge,
My mind is stronger, more cleva,
No more asinine views.

Your soul plays like a record in mind.
How is it that I couldn't see clearly�"
It was always we.
Not I or me, just we;

We in a world of depression, poverty.
Sexual desire outweighs
The love of the world,
Such a heavy burden on you�"
My mahogany love.

Vast as the world is your heart.
A resting place is your heart
For the misguided.
Lost in it I was,

But you talked to my soul,
Consuming my mind and body.
I devour your thoughts,
As intricate as they are.

You could have it all.
But who sells paradise
For an hour of passing pleasure?

Not you.

You talked to my soul
Without words...