Heart of My Soul

The outstretched arms, inviting, a cocoon;
The eyes, blue as the sky on a cold winter morn;
The mouth, prepared to spill invisible waterfalls of feeling;
The body, like an old oak tree with rings, has its own rings of the years, evidence of a hard life, a long life;
The soul, a wishing well, very deep with some wishes granted, some not meant to be;
The person, unique, almost a mythological character, but real - the person who is intriguing, shy and a loner, yet is always there;
The heart of my soul.