Broken Soul-Mate

I entered this into the World Poetry Movement Contest because of its simplistic flow and raw truth. A look at love through experience and self.

Broken Soul-mate

The highest art of loving
bliss beyond the bounds,
Heavenly contentment
Beauty that astounds-  This is my soul-mate.

Found in him perfection's
kindest hearted soul,
Helped me to see clearly
my own inspired goal-  This was the heart-bait.

Confusion followed chaos
Agreement was at odds
War between the roses
was comedic to the gods-  The truth of hard fate.

Passions fit for stage
Humility debating
whether self-esteem was worth
losing Love to hating-  This was the long wait.

Forgiveness and more chances
Love died and sparked a-new
Destiny was hopeful that
Love might make it through-  Oh, a tad-bit late!

Repeatedly it crashes
Lives set back to zero,
Love as a tornado
looking for its hero-  a sure missing trait.

Eventually accepting
lesson's tarnished token
the moment I realized
My own Soul-mate was broken-  who could I berate?