The love of your soul

You could not have been in love,
You were too young,
Too young to know,
Too young to want to know.
You could not have been loving,
As much as you were in awe.
For you had seen none like her,
None like her to the least.

Your eyes looked for fascination,
Your heart looked for wonder,
But the soul cared not for these.
The soul yearned for love,
The soul longed and hungered

But the body is weak,
The flesh too naive,
You fell prey to the desires of this world,
To please the heart and to please the eyes,
And a soul cried out from deep inside,
"Stay away, she not the one, not your prize",

And the universe who for long kept her away,
Now decides to brighten your day.
But your hands are full with yet another.
You've missed her again, from your nose, right under.
And the soul is begging of you to stay without,
Empty your hands and be still with no doubt,

And one day she will come by and you'll be the apple of her eye,
And finally your hands will be able to hold
That beauty, that fulfillment, that love of your soul.