I love what your soul shouts to me.
It speaks in a language not of tongue,
but rather, of simple understanding.
It speaks to me,
and, I remember when we were infants
cradled in the newborn earth.
We were together from day one
when the darkness was shattered
by the light of love.
In a garden of naivity
we lay side by side,
saying nothing in our ignorance of words.
All we had was pristine emotion,
unabated by definitions.
Whether you remember or not,
your soul knows;
your soul remembers.
It speaks to me every time you smile!

© Michael Paul Reed