by Linda Denise Pate-Doswell
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.