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