Union

Was it fate or chance our paths were crossed
 Heading two different directions, that merge to one
 The whole time my heart being turned and tossed
 Being drawn to you like a flower is to the sun
 
Hoping longing that the day soon comes to light
 That our eyes meet and all hopes then become true
 Walking beside each other beginning our plight
 Without words each says to the other, I love you
 
Realizing the combining of two souls now achieved
 The sorrow of loneliness disbanded never to return
 A love never giving chance for either to be deceived
 Something that no one can teach nor can one learn
 
Looking to the day that our two worlds are united
 Fighting against the possibility to ever be divided
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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A   Avatar
January 22, 2013 at 10:27 PM
check mate,,, on this one once again.. ((making sure I do not miss a poem)) .PD
Bunch Avatar
January 22, 2013 at 11:49 PM
We'll call it a stalemate lol.
A   Avatar
January 8, 2013 at 5:08 PM
Wayland .... I'm gonna call this awesome... i like the ending thought... who needs to be divided wish,,i was with my loved ones as we speak... everything merging would be nice... always..pd
Bunch Avatar
January 9, 2013 at 11:02 PM
Thank you very much for your uplifting words.
Australis Avatar
January 8, 2013 at 1:36 AM
Our poems are like our children; we fear for them when we release them into the world; so yes, we are allowed to be biased; in the same way a parent is towards a child. Nothing to be apologetic about. Name this child "Union". @
Bunch Avatar
January 9, 2013 at 11:01 PM
Thanks for your comment and union seems like a fine name. I guess if I went with everything it would be a longer title, but union fit the moment that it was written. Thank you again.
Bunch Avatar
January 8, 2013 at 12:14 AM
Probably my 3rd maybe second poem ever and the one that got me trying to write poetry a little more seriously. I sometimes see my advancement, but then sometimes like finding these old poems. I guess I'm biased haha.
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