i knew you before i was born, i chose you to be mine
you pondered for months what i'd look like
but i recognised you the moment you held me
i had been looking for you for so long
i had dreamed of you
and you had dreamed of me too
you knew i was different, but you didnt love me any less - if not more.
once you found me things made more sense - they still do
i wonder one day, if a little soul will look for me too?
and if i should be so lucky as to be granted that gift - will that little soul know that i've searched for them since the moment my mother held me in her arms, for the very first time?
I believe they will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the metaphysical properties of this poem. I would like to think that we choose our destinies, that souls are like ghosts in the machines. The body as no more than a vessel...the need to love the self running deeper than the flesh...I think the end line makes peace with the self, the soul. This spoke to me.