As I gaze into my soul, I see. <br />Madness, terror and misery eating away at me. <br />But, as I gave into the deepest depths of myself, I see. <br />Not terror, pain, or misery. <br />I see someone, the same who helped me through my troubles. <br />And brought a smile to my face. Lifted my chin up when I was down, and picked me up off the blood soaked ground. And then this person fell, and sat there and cried. I offered my hand, my soul and my life. She took it and now I see the point in life. <br />I never want to see her hurt or in pain, and I don’t wish her to leave. <br />I belong by her side, and I hope she needs me. If soul mates are real, and the stories are true. <br />I think I found mine, and I think its you.<br /><br />Nick Schultz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saviour-3/
