Hearts and Souls

Souls in us are halls for rare guests,
Knowing the beauty of greenhouse plants.
They rest from the mournful ways
Different lovely shadows.

Close ties are our hearts.
In them, the prisoner is one to the grave.
In my cell I am imprisoned to the end
You're without a companion, darling!

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.