SoulmatismA Poem by Truman S. BoothMy first real love poem :) for The Willow by the Oak
The stars were so excited
On the day our pathways crossed. A meeting so divine was overdue. The Fates, too, were delighted When our lives they'd freely tossed Were finally connected "out of blue." For certainly, although it seemed To us inconsequential The first time that our pupils interlocked, A greater power had us deemed "Inseparably essential To one another" long before we talked. We may have spoken cordially With greetings insincere, Despite the warming tingle in our souls. For how could we know, forwardly, That in the coming years Our love would heal our spirit's aching holes? The heavens watched enchantedly As we began to learn Of all the similarities we shared But as our bond grew frantically Our hearts began to burn... The feelings felt so rushed, it made us scared. Our overseers must have wept While we ignored desire And sought for love in places it was not. Yet through attempts they always kept A small, but fervent, fire That constantly, unknowingly, we fought. But Oh! What joy they must have felt When we, at last, confessed The scorching love we harbored deep within; For all their tarots had been dealt When we supplied the rest, And in this game both stars and gazers win. For, by no choice we made on earth, Our souls are linked in love And never can another intervene. For, long before terrestrial birth, In lifetimes up above, We shared a love no mortal's ever seen. And so, dear Willow by the Oak, I offer you my heart, For that is all I truly have to give. No earthly power can revoke Or hope to tear apart Our soulmatism, longer than we live.
© 2010 Truman S. BoothReviews
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StatsAuthorTruman S. Booththe Bubble, UTAboutI am a young writer, but I believe that talent knows no age--although they tend to increase together. There are a few things I love, and a few things I hate. I love language, piano, animated movie.. more..Writing
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