The single soul is not complete;
Its counterpart it must meet
For life to be truly sweet;
Alone we live as in defeat.
And yet such love is truly rare;
We stumble 'bout in vain despair;
The knowledge that no one cares
Confounds our faith that life is fair.
Our fantasies subvert our reason;
Our selves collude in our own treason;
Our hearts betrayed endure new lesions,
Our certainties lose their cohesion.
How surprised was I as I've endured
That faith in love can be restored;
My counterpart walked through my door
Bearing gifts of love's sweet cure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a realization about love! ! ! ! It's so beautiful in deed David. The single soul is not complete; Its counterpart it must meet........ so true You may read my poem, A MISERY