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

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/22/2013 10:27:00 PM

check mate,,, on this one once again.. ((making sure I do not miss a poem)) .PD

Wayland Bunch
Date: 1/22/2013 11:49:00 PM

We'll call it a stalemate lol.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/8/2013 5:08:00 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

Wayland Bunch
Date: 1/9/2013 11:02:00 PM

Thank you very much for your uplifting words.

Arturus Australis

Date: 1/8/2013 1:36:00 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". @

Wayland Bunch
Date: 1/9/2013 11:01:00 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.

Wayland Bunch

Date: 1/8/2013 12:14:00 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.