Resting Down Your Soul

Her judgment: final law,
Her words,
You saver down the taste.
Her heart, like ivory perfection,
Smooth, and cold
Like slate.

She's your weakness,
Though I cannot
Try,
To love a beauty,
Without the beast,
Because a beast just cannot cry.

If I were so confused,
I'd hide in the
The drifts.
Pulling love from vengeance now,
You try to make the problem move,
But without her, nothing can shift.

You need her,
Because you need
You need a heart.
To you,
A body, that your soul had
Part.

And your long lost soul,
Rests with hers.