My soul and your soul intertwine
In the intricate dance
Of lover's divine
Fluid movements
As we gracefully glide
In and out of space and time.
We create circular motions
Spinning to and fro,
Gently folding into
Each other's arms...
Intuition and grace tells us
Where to go.
And although you aren't
Where my eyes can see
Signs surrender now
To inner clarity.
I trust one day we’ll meet
Somewhere other than
This alternate reality
While dreaming I visualize your face
Remembering those images
Make me yearn for your embrace
In my heart and soul,
You are forever a part of me.
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