Soul: Let me touch your heart

Close to you I feel sound,
Only with you I feel safe,
You are my eyes in the dark,
My cover in the sun.

You are the light,
I am the shadow.

You judge me, not.
You embrace my inane,
You love my eyes,
You see through me,

You are the ocean.
I am the tides.

You hate seeing me sad,
Yet you don't want me near,
You want to be there for me,
Yet you close your shells.

You are the clouds.
I am the rain.

I care about you
You care about me,
You are my friend,
Am I yours?

You're my soul
Let me touch your heart.

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