About the Poem
This poem is the only one I ever wrote. I met my Eurydice, the woman I would search the ends of the Earth for, from Heaven's Door to the Gates of Hell.
To Browneyes, my muse.
Soul Mate |
| by Orpheus |
| we meet on the street my true love and i by chance or by fate i cannot decide but there's another not me at her side i know the moment her eyes lock with mine i've gone through my life ignorant and blind the taste on my lips of water not wine i've known love before in some other time before she is gone i see in her eye a thousand, thousand lives shared, she and i i cannot despair i know in my heart together at times but never apart she's one of my dreams my soul's other part |
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3 Visitor Comments
Mirza
Right, absolutely right & true. Its hard to describe soulmate but you did it perfectly.
desolate
Oh yes. We each have our Eurydice. The perfect woman who for some reason or other slips out of our reach. She becomes our inspiration. Our Muse. She breaks our hearts. If only ..
Tara
This poem sends chills up my spine! How sweet, romantic, hopeful, hopeless, all at once!
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