One word such a complicated thing, <br />Never meant but always said. <br />Four letters have power to break <br />Or bind, to cloud the mind, <br />The pondering, pacing to <br />Contemplate discracing the <br />Future of happiness, love and <br />Passion. After a fashion. <br />Fear of the loneliness and <br />Death without love is <br />Key in the fight to find, <br />To catch and bind the <br />Constant partner to <br />Share in the pain, the <br />Joy or the shame. <br />Support and shelter in <br />Storm and the rain. <br />Try again. <br /> <br />Foolish fantasy of <br />Soul sought lovers <br />Matched together <br />And destined forever. <br />Rare and priceless <br />Invisible currency <br />Not to be traded, <br />Forced or invaded, <br />Saved or degraded in <br />Blood and in war, <br />Adore with a kiss <br />A hit or a miss. <br />One in a million <br />Connection of soul, <br />Fated lovers fulfilling <br />No role. No expectation, <br />Elation uncontrolled. <br />Four letters with power, <br />A blossoming flower, <br />Blooming and growing <br />Through space and <br />Time. Mine. In hearts <br />And in mind.<br /><br />Steffi Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-of-the-soul/
