Biography of Wendy Lewis
Wendy Lewis, prominent Graphic Designer and Illustrator, died last night from complications of losing her soul mate. She was 44 years old. Soft-spoken and full of faith until the end. Lewis never looked the part of a hopeless romantic but in the final days of her life, she revealed an unknown side of her psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the revelation that she screwed up big time with her long reputed soul mate, a man whom she only spent a few precious years with. Sadly, the protracted revelation ended late Friday night in complete and utter heart failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Lewis secretly clung to the belief that life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences but rather, it is a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan. Asked about the loss of her dear friend Dawna Swartz described Wendy as a changed woman in the last days of her life. Things were clearer for her Swartz noted. Ultimately Wendy concluded that if we are to live life in harmony with the universe, we must all possess a powerful faith in what the ancients used to call fatum, what we currently refer to as destiny. In the end her heart gave out in defeat, knowing that she would rather live no life, than half a life without her soulmate. Lewis sadly died of a broken heart late Friday night.
Wendy Lewis Poems
The night that we met I knew you were the one. It was on that night That my life had begun.
No More Fear
So very scared yet Lost in your touch Trembling inside I love you so much.
Forever We Belong.
Watching you slumber. What a beautiful site. The one peaceful place, Where your demons take flight.
My one regret My biggest mistake My only true love My greatest heartbreak.
I want so badly To just lay down And die
I want so badly
To just lay down
Wish I knew how
Wish I knew why
How did we get here
So cold and alone