The soul it has no mate,
on its` own, it cannot date,
as it needs the human touch,
for it to be alive as such,

When it is in human guise,
it is torn and twisted by all the lies,
crushed and broken, creates a hole,
after all its just a soul,

When love breeds a fire within,
then it stretches like a skin,
when its warm and full of glow,
all pure love is there to show,

Treat it right and hold it dear,
for then it will show no fear,
for you found love on your first date,
joined together they became your soul mate.