Soulmates

I am still sharing poems I wrote when I was between the age of 16 and 17.

I wrote 'Soulmates' because I wondered what it would be like to fall in love so deeply that living without the other person would seem impossible. A love so intense that nothing can come between you and your beloved.

The poem below is what I envisioned it to be like. Enjoy:

SOULMATES

We are bound by our souls

Our hearts beat as one

My soulmate calls and

My heart yearns to be with him

He isn't here with me yet

I can feel his aura

Every move leads me to him

His sweet scent envelopes my senses

I hear not his voice but

My heart tells me He needs me

Miles may separate us but

Our hearts and souls are intertwined

We live not without the other

We are one in God, We are one on earth

Surely, I will be with you

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