In your soul lives affection.

He may be covered

under so many layers of vanity

and stern responsibility.


You may hardly feel him now,

but he doesn't ever stop existing.

He always endures.


I've never denied him.

It was always yourself.

What is important?

What is really important?


He's your soul.

He's yourself---.


Aren't you lonely?

I'll be there.

Don't refuse.

Let me in.


I'm all for you.