My soul is bitter -
  there has been so much,
    so many strikes and blows
     to hold 
      and to repell...

Your soul is tender -
  there's a world of bliss
    behind its softness,
      which is all Divine.

My bitterness is poison to your blood
 and roughness hurts your tenderness, my love.

Just wait a little.
 Though my soul is rough
   your softness will dissolve
     its hardy shell.



July 26, 2007