Reply to a Precious Poet

She feels me: peaceful, silent, unadorned
We’re so connected, “soulmate” isn’t trite
We’re not naive; both “soulmates” have been warned
We might not make it, then again, we might!
Neglecting possibility is wrong
Ignoring what we want and what we need
Enslaves us both, like most within this throng
We’ve been enslaved, but now we’ve both been freed!
I’m unadorned; I have no chains to bear
I’m silent; she can feel my words, my cries
I’m peaceful; I can feel her loving care
Our destiny’s no longer some surprise!
Yes, life’s too short to keep our love untold
Let’s take the chance; let’s let our hearts be bold!

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