Only romantic souls can be mates, or so this is law.
My brown eyes locked on your hazel, three years ago and for once,
I saw.
I began to live, and understood what that truly meant.
I know now that you were heaven sent.
It is farther than friendship, as you and I go.
And after three years, I am sure you now know.
My soul was born and for twenty one years it sought out
yours.
Since that day until now all others have been never more.
We are apart now, and have been for months
And still I look to my side, to tell you my thoughts.
I shake my head, the cruel reminder that you are not there.
The only one who ever, really did care.
I have my blue days as the sun shines bright,
I know only you understand this plight.
I found in you, my souls other half
Those moments I cry and those that I laugh
Those moments my thoughts, often seem daft
Those terrible stories, I did craft.
You don’t judge, you always understand
Because my thoughts, with yours, go hand in hand.
I never gave up because you were around
Even if we sat in silence, and did not make a sound.
My greatest inspiration, my majestic muse
How many times have I killed you?
How many times did I lose?
So my companion, my support, my priest, and my friend,
Three years have gone by, our ride will not end
I’ll kill you once more, maybe make you a knight,
We will have five hundred, or twenty thousand, eight hundred more fights.
Through the pages of my books you will live on
Because our souls, together, I told you, they belong.
