Sisters of The Neo-Soul

I love my soul
the art of painted words.
As i listen to sister Day
I realize how illustrious of a soul
my sisters hold.
I am left spell bound in a grip so firm.
The pain is one of beauty.
How can infatuation grow
through a sprinkle of soul.
A beauty that creates illusion
causing me to love that in which i know not of.
I love my soul,
and my soul loves me.
In love with the painted words.
This may sound absurd,
but if only you heard
her paint her words
on the canvas of my soul.
You would truly know,
why i truly love my sister soul.
I have become a slave to her very tone.
How petty is my love for this bondage.
She feeds my desire and encourages my passion.
She haunts my dreams,
and i love every moment of it.
I love my soul,
and my soul loves me.
Sing to me once more sister soul.
Allow me to stand in love beside you.
Sing to me once more sister soul.
I am in love, and so are you.