soulmate

With you, I am. Without you, I am not.

The only path wide for us all is love.

I've written you sixty-seven love poems.Here__ another one for you.But really, for me.These poems are the candles that I light with the fire you have ignited in me.I place this candle here and another thereso even if the stars have argued with the moonand are sulking away in a corner, you can still find your way to me.Sixty-eight poems now. What does the future hold for us?Joy? Disappointment? Gentle caresses? And subtle neglect?I hope the good is more than the bad. Much more. For what is the point of loveif by lighting these candlesour own flame loses its brightness?I know the good is more than the bad. Much more.I cannot wait to write you sixty-nine.

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.

Sweetheart, my heart is your home, you can always stay there.

When you're missing a peice of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul, the feeling will never go away. Most people find a way to fill this void, material possessions, a string of relationships, affairs, food...I bare my soul, with words, for all to see.

She was in awe of all his work. 'How do you do it?" she asked.He smiled and said, 'By loving you.

Divinities of the soul are life, light and love.

Love is the spirit of the soul.

You soul is only satisfy with your soul-spirit, soul mate.

Our hearts speak the same language but more importantly our souls share the same voice.

My soul remembered him, my heart connected with him but time had separated him from wanting me right now.

It__ the spark of love__ memory inside your heart that recognizes them and most of the time they recognize you too. That spark is the magnet that always brings us back to each other. Like glue, it binds us together with an invisible cord from lifetime to lifetime, soul mate to soul mate.

I open my eyes. I want to know:what is in the abyss of a kiss? Are stars born in these black caves that house bated breaths and unspoken words? Do our souls crawl on these tender cheeks to greet one another by ivory gates? What happens when we kiss?Where do you go?Don__ tell me. For I have lost my desire to know. Kiss me so that I forget myself. I close my eyes and fall in the abyss.

Maybe love at first sight isn__ what we think it is. Maybe it__ recognising a soul we loved in a past life and falling in love with them again.

Why this candle?Why this cake?The day of my birth is not today.I was born when you said, 'Hey.

Everything I have become,everything I will ever accomplishcannot compare to my mostimpressive feat:I have loved youfiercelyand assiduouslywith the very marrowinside my bones. So that when I die, they can crack them to findyou there. So that when I die, they can open me upand see your name tattooed on the wall of my heart.So that when I die, my epitaph will neither commemoratewho I wasnor what I did, but will read:__he loved.And loved. And loved.__nd so, I smile now,because that is no small thing.

You just wait.Soon, lovers all over the worldwill be reciting poems dedicated to you.This is my promise.