Souls

She told me to watch,
those gates to the soul.
Where emotion might drown,
and drag logic along with it.

Yet she told me to guard,
my hands against all else.
All that would hurt,
and try to dent the soul.

That single thing,
she holds so dear.
A soul she would never waste,
a love so clear.

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