Love Is in My Soul

See my face, wet with tears
Running down my cheeks
Washing over my fears
Like rain upon the streets
I'm a monster but,
My heart is passionate and profound
I will sing like April showers
Singing 'til my final hour

But up here, everything's clear
I'm looking at Paris
I know eventually
You will find the meaning of
This thing that they call love

So it ends, this poem
If it really has a moral
This boogeyman wants you to know
That love's in the soul