I am not hiding anything,
If you don’t believe,
Then keep on searching,
For the truth and live.
I don’t think our souls are different,
Yours one mirrors mine,
As the flower is to its scent,
My one is a bit special as it contains for you an implicit shrine.
I get fascinated by E.B. Browning’s words on soul and search for thee,
No matter how much you stay away, I’ll be here with a ring for you, on my knee.