Most Souls

Most souls are born to serve
While a few seek but to rule
It takes a lot of nerve
To be in love with you
That's what I was born to do,

Some say they want it all
Others look for what is not there
A mirror of The Fall
I pose for you to brush your hair
Everyone must be, somewhere,

Souls are shifting restless sleep
Eyes are lifting from the deep
Dreams born onto a shallow shore
Whoever knows what was before?

That's what I was born to do
To be in love with you
It takes a lot of nerve,
While a few seek but to rule
Most souls are born to serve . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-05-20 at 01:14

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Kathy Lockhart
How perfectly sweet and soft and flowing like honey. I love the tenderness of these words, the honesty, the vulnerability of the romantic heart. A very moving testament of love. beautiful.
2016-05-20



This is rather lovely.
2016-05-20