A Poet’s Thought of Soulmates

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I am your best friend, and you are mine,
I’m your man and you’re my woman,
We are each other’s person,
Husband to wife, bonded by marriage,
The words, the promises,
Feelings to actions,
Attraction, love’s sweet reaction,
Souls become one,
Two bodies, two minds now one,
Two people, two futures paved only in thought,
So different yet their destinies so aligned,
We are each other’s person, complete immersion,
Eyes like stars, lips like silk, hands so soft,
Bodies they dance, among stars they are,
Creation they make, life’s path they take,
Every feeling they felt, the other feels too,
Trust is a must and communication too,
Together as one, soulmates we are destined,
Forever to each other we are.
I am your best friend, and you are mine,
I’m your man and you’re my woman,
We are each other’s person,
Husband to wife, bonded by marriage,
The words, the promises,
Feelings to actions,
Attraction, love’s sweet reaction,
Souls become one,
Two bodies, two minds now one,
Two people, two futures paved only in thought,
So different yet their destinies so aligned,
We are each other’s person, complete immersion,
Eyes like stars, lips like silk, hands so soft,
Bodies they dance, among stars they are,
Creation they make, life’s path they take,
Every feeling they felt, the other feels too,
Trust is a must and communication too,
Together as one, soulmates we are destined,
Forever to each other we are.
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.