They played at least
a dozen roles before
they found their true selves.
They threw scores of dice
before they admitted
theirs was a common fate.
They walked or rode
hundreds of miles before
agreeing, This must be home.
They prayed to thousands
of gods before bowing deeply
to the avatar within the other.
They cried a million tears,
until dry-eyed each looked
into the other's gaze...
Then all numbers vanished,
then all counting ceased,
then it was just the two of them,
and an eternity of love beyond.
A nice love poem. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems like destined souls meet regularly along the path of life in many roles before finally realizing that they were mean't to be for one another.