From the day my heart was formed,
It's been made to beat for him.
At night I'd see his face,
Even before I knew his name.
There isn't a memory in my mind,
When dreams of him aren't there.
Days on end I'd wondered,
What he was really like.
Who could this be,
This man who has my heart?
Over and over I've tried,
Again and again I've failed.
Just once to touch him,
For that and nothing more.
To reach into my dreams,
And pull him into my arms.
The light of his eyes sparkle,
As stars on summer nights.
A wish upon them perhaps,
Would it come true?
Can I wish on the stars in his eyes,
And bring him to me now?
How long must I go on,
Not having him to hold?
I've tried before to forget him,
Of that I've had no success.
He's there in my heart and mind,
Woven into the quilt of my soul.
To part from him would be the end,
Of all my hopes and dreams.
He's everything I am,
He's everything to me.
One in the same we are,
Matched by the makers hands.
Nothing could ever compare,
To my soul mate, my lover, my man.
Author notes
To my friends, please don't put my name in the comments you leave me. This is for an anonymous contest. Thanks... my love to you all!
A contest entry
- Soul Mates by trista.
500 points, ended March 1, 2007, 15 entries
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Just giving all the poems a final read-through and handing out applause. Thank you again for your lovely entry.
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Very cute! ^_^ I never really thought of a soul mate as being inside of you before you ever knew the person. It's a really cute spin on things! Wonderful write. Best of luck in the contest!!
Hell Angel -
Our search for a soul mate, or a love match like you have described, is one I can relate to very well. When I was much younger it always seemed to me there ought to be someone I could share everything with. I felt like I would know him if I ever met him...and I was right. It is a little unnerving when your dreams turn into reality, can be scary even, but when it happens...it's the gift of all possible gifts to either give or receive. I think you express yourself very well in this poem. As a reader I can feel the longing, and as a woman I can understand the frustration of not being able to make him magically appear in real life. So...if you haven't found "him" I wish you all the best in your search! Thanks so much for a lovely entry and good luck in the contest.
Best wishes,
~J.
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