On that Fateful Day
A Poem about Soulmates
On that fateful day
Searching the shadows
I cannot wait to see you
In your shining hue
beaming like a floodlight
Whimsical in all its glory
We will glide through daffodils
Chasing the sun to the end of the earth
Whispering wishes of endless happiness
Of days and nights till our hair turns gray
Even then as our youth fades
The beauty I’ll see in your eyes
as I saw on that fateful day
Will remain the same
I’ll be waiting for you
On that fateful day
to find me in my shining hue
beaming like a floodlight
Whimsical in all its glory
For when our light connects
It’ll cast out every darkness
Every misery of hollowness
Oh, how that’ll be the day
So catch me on that fateful day
And when you do, don’t delay
We’ll weather every storm together
Blissfully yours…forever.
Copyright 2023.
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Devyn Sharel
Devyn Sharel is a fiction writer, poet & Film enthusiast. She enjoys writing fiction romance, drama and other genres that challenge her creative comfort zone. She's also a blogger covering topics in Freelancing, TV & Movies.
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