Heart and Soul dying off from the tongue,
And left to words written slow. They should be sung.
Heart and soul of romance, a dying breed
Because many seek quick access pants and forget the lover's creed.
Shield your lady from harm's way
Ever ready to lay down your life
Letting your mortal body be slain,
If her happiness shall rule over strife.
Tis' the lover's creed,
And the very food on which I feed.

Written By: Anthony AJ Jackson