Your Soul met my Soul and my Soul knew yours
Since then, years and years walking through lighted doors
Doors of places we both been before
Being Lovers , Being friends, down to our cores
Your core I have loved and played on and
played with, held and swayed with,
and wanted more and more
Until we parted to leave to soar and blend
Only to start over again and again and again....
Hardest part of leaving you is feeling your end
and you cant stay,
but then the beginning comes back around our way
Deepest parts of my Soul knows light without mine yours may decay
As I walk the walk to Heaven and look towards the sky
Asking myself how I ever left you, I ask why? Oh Spirit Why?
Seeing your hand, reaching out only longing for mine, clutching, pulling me
up like a deeply rooted vine
A vine that grows within our Souls up through our
spiritual spine,
The golden thread breaths you back into mine,
To once again weave us, embrace us, to be sewn so entwined.
This must be what past lives means,
Never ending endings and rebirths for our love
Carries our Souls by white fluffy Doves.
Seems we are all waiting for the end to begin
and the beginning to end
Now I know there are loves that you meet again
later in your journey and it may seem almost unreal and blurry
But your are here for a reason I feel it in my Soul's heart
Ill either see you again in the middle or End or maybe at Start
But either way I know that in all the lives that I live,
it will always be my heart and soul to you that I give
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
Your Soul met my Soul and my Soul knew yours
Since then, years and years walking through lighted doors
Doors of places we both been before
Being Lovers , Being friends, down to our cores
Your core I have loved and played on and
played with, held and swayed with,
and wanted more and more
Until we parted to leave to soar and blend
Only to start over again and again and again....
Hardest part of leaving you is feeling your end
and you cant stay,
but then the beginning comes back around our way
Deepest parts of my Soul knows light without mine yours may decay
As I walk the walk to Heaven and look towards the sky
Asking myself how I ever left you, I ask why? Oh Spirit Why?
Seeing your hand, reaching out only longing for mine, clutching, pulling me
up like a deeply rooted vine
A vine that grows within our Souls up through our
spiritual spine,
The golden thread breaths you back into mine,
To once again weave us, embrace us, to be sewn so entwined.
This must be what past lives means,
Never ending endings and rebirths for our love
Carries our Souls by white fluffy Doves.
Seems we are all waiting for the end to begin
and the beginning to end
Now I know there are loves that you meet again
later in your journey and it may seem almost unreal and blurry
But your are here for a reason I feel it in my Soul's heart
Ill either see you again in the middle or End or maybe at Start
But either way I know that in all the lives that I live,
it will always be my heart and soul to you that I give
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