When you love your woman and trace her delicate soul within, it’s your own soul you discover—and when you break her heart, it’s your soul that’s forever lost.

A tender four-stanza poem exploring the sacred dimensions of intimate love through escalating stages: kissing reveals love requiring patience, touching reveals submission demanding service to her desire, loving reveals your own soul discovered within hers, and losing her reveals the ultimate cost—your soul forever lost when you break her fragile heart.

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When you kiss your woman,

and find her mouth so sweet;

it is love that you taste,

it must be patience and never haste

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When you touch your woman,

and find her throbbing surrender;

it is submission that you observe,

it is her desire that you must serve

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When you love your woman,

and trace her delicate soul within;

it is your own soul that you discover,

it is being loved, and you are the lover

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And when you lose your woman,

and break her fragile heart;

it is you who must pay the cost,

it is your own soul, which is forever lost