Kindred Soul

She, that came into my life To be my wife. Yes that is spoken for the future She, whose blood runs in my veins Whose emotions I sense with my guts. She, whose heart desires float in my brains Her whose image is a portrait in my head. I swear her grave would be my grave And I will rest on her lips still, Feel her still, With the body cold, breathlessly Surely that will tear me apart. Course nothing will ever make more sense in her absence, But in the memories we both shared I will live. She, whose inner voice calls me in my sleep Where At a distance It feels like I am locked up in her feelings She, whose presence switches on my body She, whose touch magically carry me to mountain heights Her, whose smile Leaves Fireflies in my stomach The only thing that makes perfect sense, she is In this world so troubled and complicated. In my smallest planet She is the "sun" She, who fills all the empty spaces inside of me Her, who awakens so much strength inside of me. She, whose existence, connects all the dots the flow we take, like we know what the future holds. Our story If I am to tell, I bet the birds will stop for a second And for a minute the world will be silent. My throat If I clear, I bet the rivers will stop flowing, And in amazement all living beings will gather, How I fell in love with her and not 'him'. How true it feels, Her love heals. As we resonate at the same frequency, Intertwined our souls remain. Like there is clemency we enjoy each other, Our bond is reciprocated, Even Death won't do us apart. Never will it be adjudicated, Course it is communicated to high levels, what we have runs deep, Kindred soul, it is how we are defined