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Soul Mates
In this world upon which we alight,
Every soul seeks to own its right,
To be that very seed of birth,
To heal the heart gives rise to Earth.
I think I feel your eyes on me,
But can’t really fathom what you see.
Know storms still tremour in my heart,
What I think of you can’t be torn apart.
Think that you are my soul’s own cure.
Think my heart has found its lure.
Think I see with you a better self
Healers and poets and all that stealth.
I think about you when I sleep,
Think about you when I’m counting sheep.
I think that we are two souls unborn
We continually till so the world not mourn.
Think about you when I dream of grace
Haloed with virtues in this hard a place-
I think every passing the tell of your day,
So my heart’s quivers arrows fire away!
You are a star who knows my true name-
A partner in friendship that teaches the game!
Numbers know no poets keep steady rhyme.
Numbers of words still come forth in time
Beryl McMullen
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