Who doesn’t long for, someone to hold.
Someone who knows how to love you
Without being told.
A soul-mate for everyone exists.
There comes a day when you’ll meet.
‘Twill be as clear as crystals.
When you meet your rib-mate.
Fixing, she won’t need.
Any work on him, won’t be necessary.
You’ll be touched in your heart and soul.
Touched in a way untouched before.
Accept the reality that your mate exists.
‘Twill sure dawn as reality to you.
Hey, stop looking, forcing ‘n’ trying
to make it happen.
Fret not, neither be lonely.
Your mate does exist.
There’s a time for everyone you see.
At the right time, your soul-mate will come.
Regis
even trying...one day you stumble across one and
you recognize him...instantly.
Thank you Mary, for sharing your poem.
Fortunately, I found my soulmate. Unfortunately, the part about "making over" is unfinished and probably never will be, especially when a woman is involved. ;-)
Ron
budd
May the Peace and Love of the Lord be with you always,
John Michael
Sandie