Like carmel on an apple, cider mixed with spice, Our soulmates are entwined with us, before, during and after this life. We may meet at first, too young of age to fully understand our fate, but we feel each other’s loving hearts As we happily play. We may meet again in the prime of our lives But somehow our souls are not aligned and once again we’ve missed our time. So we forget and settle for someone else thinking this is the best we can do for our self, but deep in our minds we still wonder how and when our soulmate will be rediscovered. I think “hope” will forever be there for us If not now, then after we are laid to rest.
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