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Some believe in a legend,
a myth
one that concerns soulmates,
people who are fated to each other,
people who are supposed to complete each other
The legend says that everyone has a red cord tied to their wrist or finger,
a cord as red a fresh rose in bloom,
one that cannot be broken,
littled down,
one that remains forever
This cord ties people to their soulmate,
guides and binds them,
for this cord is only visible to the fated pair
so they may find each other easily
But what happens when one's soulmate is not of this world?
when they are somewhere inaccessible for either party,
when fate decides to play a cruel joke,
making someone unable to find their soulmate
I can see my cord tied around my little finger,
it's warm, like a hot drink on a winter's evening,
it's comforting, emitting a soft glow,
yet it does not glow as bright as it would for my destined soulmate
I go, day by day with this cord,
realising I have yet to meet the destined one,
wondering if I'll ever find them
then I saw you.
The cord grows brightly when I gaze upon you
when I think of you,
your voice, your everything gives me sweet comfort
yet fate has decided to play a sick joke
I realise that, although you are my soulmate,
we are worlds apart,
worlds that are not accessible to either of us
yet, you are the one destined for me
You make me happy like no one else does,
you bring me sweet comfort when I need it most,
you brighten my day when the darkness comes,
yet you will never truly be mine
and I am okay with it
regardless whether you will be truly mine or not
I shall always be yours,
our cords may never connect,
but that is fine
I shall love you, and you alone
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Like Petals Under a Tree
Poetry"My thoughts fall and gather on a page, like that of petals under a tree." A collection of poems, of varying lengths and genres. Each poem has it's own theme, and the words string together to convey that theme and the meaning blooms. Cover designed...
