The Language of Soulmates
The first touch of a hand
That touch, which begets
Knowing one another
Missing one another
Joined so oft, that two voices
Become one
Fitting perfectly
In each other's arms
And thus,
At a speed that triumphs
Over light itself,
Two souls yearning for each other
As if their bodies know
This is what they’ve been missing
This is the calm they had yet to find elsewhere
This could not be more natural
This is the how we are meant to be












