Love and lust are fickle things
oft bought and sold for diamond rings
Sometimes confused one for each other
although not twins they could be brothers
I've tasted both and have to say
there has to be a better way
Connections made both near and far
could lead me to anam cara
A stronger bond that knows no end
anam cara is my soul friend
One who loves the essence of me
who opens my eyes that I might see
Who challenges me to look at myself
to read every book that sits on my shelf
My anam cara, my souls friend
awaits for me, round lifes next bend.
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 4:45 PM UTC
Love and lust are fickle things
oft bought and sold for diamond rings
Sometimes confused one for each other
although not twins they could be brothers
I've tasted both and have to say
there has to be a better way
Connections made both near and far
could lead me to anam cara
A stronger bond that knows no end
anam cara is my soul friend
One who loves the essence of me
who opens my eyes that I might see
Who challenges me to look at myself
to read every book that sits on my shelf
My anam cara, my souls friend
awaits for me, round lifes next bend.
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