Dream Of The Soul Poem by Steffi Webster

One word such a complicated thing,
Never meant but always said.
Four letters have power to break
Or bind, to cloud the mind,
The pondering, pacing to
Contemplate discracing the
Future of happiness, love and
Passion. After a fashion.
Fear of the loneliness and
Death without love is
Key in the fight to find,
To catch and bind the
Constant partner to
Share in the pain, the
Joy or the shame.
Support and shelter in
Storm and the rain.
Try again.

Foolish fantasy of
Soul sought lovers
Matched together
And destined forever.
Rare and priceless
Invisible currency
Not to be traded,
Forced or invaded,
Saved or degraded in
Blood and in war,
Adore with a kiss
A hit or a miss.
One in a million
Connection of soul,
Fated lovers fulfilling
No role. No expectation,
Elation uncontrolled.
Four letters with power,
A blossoming flower,
Blooming and growing
Through space and
Time. Mine. In hearts
And in mind.