Souled Out - Poem by Bernard Franklin
As two lonely souls cry out for love,
their mates must fit them like a glove.
Along the way they’ll meet their kind,
but a perfect match is hard to find.
Like two fireflies lost in cosmic cloud,
their lights burn dim their hopes in shroud.
Their primal needs force them to try,
to seek each other though they no not why.
As time goes by they slow right down,
for the perfect mate they haven’t found.
Slowly hour by hour then day by day.
hope starts to fade faith dies away.
Then two souls meet and make a match,
they study each other and access their catch.
There’s a chemical response between the two,
so they bond together like superglue! .
As these two souls embrace high in the stars,
a super nova is born between Earth and Mars.
This brand new star heals all pain and strife,
as these two lost souls now one find life.
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