(002) Soulmate Poem by Danny Reynolds
(002) Soulmate
There is a secret part of me,
a part that few can see.
Like silk, it is the gentlest,
yet as strong as strong can be.
A guiding light, a conscience fair
a pillar and a rock.
A faithful, burning beacon,
when my ship approaches dock.
Though spirited and changeable,
never to be second-guessed,
compared with other parts of me,
undoubtedly the best.
A part which gave me all my dreams,
yet holds me close to ground.
Where an endless store of compassion,
and selfless love is found.
A part I wasn’t born with,
which came to me as new.
A part I couldn’t live without,
that part of me is you.
Not just a wife and mother,
so much more than my best friend.
First and foremost, still my lover.
May our journey never end.
ah, what a fine love song, Danny....a beautiful poem......the fortunate two of you sharing such love........ Take care and be well... Love, D.
Very nicely done. I love the rhym and flow of your poem as well as the message.
Danny, This is an outstanding piece of flowing perfection.....*10* from me All the best Jon
So beautiful.... so nicely expressed.... Your soul mate is a very lucky person..........
This is so beautiful! ! What a lucky bride you have there to be valued so highly. You also have a wonderful mastery of rhythm and rhyme. I loved it!
Wow Danny. This one really touched my heart. What a beautiful tribute to your soulmate. Brilliant Brilliant Brilliant
Amazing! This poem really caught my attention. I love this! Well written Danny. best regards, joan d.h.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow! ! ! ! ! ! a great poem..... its silken touch slips into the heart although loaded with profundity of thought. The life and the love turn into bliss only when you become one with the other and the sense of the 'otherness' is lost. A crowning poem in poetic art and content.