Oh this soul,
This soul, that I cannot seem to forget or erase.
This soul covered my body in a blanket while I was cold.
That soul surfed deep within me.
This soul reached out hoping I'd remember and i did.
I remembered well enough to know it felt like home.
Those eyes kissed me, those eyes cried, and thanked me.
That soul held me and whispered ' never let go'
That soul had me on my knees begging to be saved.
Until a loud noise came, that noise was the time. Could it be? But I wasn't ready to leave.
Was that soul a mirage or my reality;
For a second I couldn't see.
That soul stayed while I had to go. Held my breath and walked out the door, leaving my heart in those hands.
This soul was more familiar than a blood match.
That soul was a strange who felt like home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem