Your soul and mine, intertwined at our first meet
A rush of wistful, passionate, consciousness
An awareness that I exist
And that you exist
And the possibility of our simultaneous existence.
A natural connection, instinctive
As if my whole life, I have been searching for an exquisite treasure
A beautiful concept beyond my perception.
A longing for your spirit
An insight into myself
And myself with you
A dynamic entity
Of flawed perfection.
Broken by the claws of time
Healed by harm and hurt
Molded into a magnificent nest of nothingness.
This poem is written by a good friend of ours who chooses to stay anonymous and goes by the pseudonym, Runs with Wolves.