You speak to me but, say not a word,
You fly through my mind like a humming bird,
Your touch could heal me, no matter the wond,
My conscience gets to me, when I give you gloom.

Your sweet words, and comments of advice,
Break my will, like a brick through ice.
Your advice to do good, and never be bad,
Tells that little voice in my head, to make me sad.

Tears of sorrow, because I have done something wrong,
But then I see you, and I know where I belong.
You've made me feel bad, now you make me feel good,
You help me fix my life, and do all that I should.

We've been together for quite sometime,
We've had lots of laughs, we even cry at times.
Your part of my life, you make me whole,
That's why I call you, the one and only "My Soul"

-Woodrow Bartlett-