Love Is In My Soul

See my face, wet with tears They're running down my cheeks Washing over my fears Like rain upon the streets I'm a monster, but my heart is passionate and profound And I will sing like April showers Singing 'til my final hour Up here, everything's clear I'm looking at Paris, I know eventually You will know the meaning of This thing that we call love So the end of this poem, if it really has a moral This boogeyman wants you to know That love is in the soul