Two Souls in Love

Once upon a time, in some specific recess of the Cosmos, two souls perceived one another, stroke their lights against each other, and fell in love. Their amour deepened beyond any known measure, steering them to promise each other, by sparkling endlessly, to meet again following their impending separation.

The odds of two souls falling in love with one another are astronomically low and practically nil, and the chance of their ever meeting again is even rarer. Yet, souls do not persist according to likelihoods; they simply exist for the sake of life. Both souls survived, as souls tend to do, never forgetting their singular love.

They met again numerous lifetimes later, one of them in the body of a woman who respected her soul most of her life, and the other in the body of a man who disliked his soul most of his life. Anthi and M were their names. Their souls were so in love that they both indwelt in Anthi’s body, meeting often in her heart.

Stranger still was the fact that Anthi and M got married a short time after they met when he traversed an ocean and a sea to see her, although it was not the purpose of his trip, so they thought. It is love that works in mysterious ways. It inundates the mind, softens the chest, and hardens any resolve to be together again or forever.

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Souls in Love - A My-Anthi-Knows Alexandrine

I love you and I love you too their bodies said

As if anything else could be as important

What about souls in love sleeping on the same bed

Depends if a force is involved or a serpent

Surely you jest or are you being serious

What do you think, poetry narrator, not M

It may seem mysterious or delirious

Though the shoe fits again no matter the real stem

Yet my Anthi knows well the lay of the bedspread

We do not see souls but some lovely body parts

We can always forget the facts and look ahead

What are human brains compared to their beating hearts

I know, you know, we all know deep within our guts

Anything scientific is suddenly nuts

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Love Hurts Us Too - An Acrostic Sonnet

Love hurts us too, no matter who we are

Obsessing about its inner beauty

Venerating even its crimson scar

Elevating its woes towards duty

Hurts us it does at every other turn

Under the guise of passion reaching high

Rendering its sting as something to learn

Thanking everything seen up in the sky

Smiling wryly after each chest-felt spear

Undermining its good with too much hurt

Slowly but surely it becomes austere

Tears of bliss drowning in those to convert

O Love why do you ache after you please

O Love why do you please only to tease

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Why Do We Love? Because Shakespeare Will Never Die

Some love because they have something to hate

something to show, something to feel

others love because they have to love someone

something in some instances

as if loving was like living

we have to live before we can love

as if loving was like dying

we have to die as well

not as often as loving

as if loving was like talking

we always have something to tell

lovers love all the time

as if loving was like hating

some love to live

others live to love

some love till they die

others love because they are going to die

why do we love?

because we will die

everyone dies

Shakespeare will never die

as long as We Have Seen Better Days

is loved somewhere

even in someone’s tears

even as a thought before the last screen

even as we stop loving to dream of love