A Lovers Soul
Sometimes
by random chance
you meet someone
and the soul
comes out of hiding.
Some
make our souls dance
leaving footprints
leading to the heart.
She
has a lovers soul
maybe we've lived a thousand lives
met a thousand times before.
Flame
of passion fires the soul
whatever souls are made of
perhaps ours are made the same.
I will
dream her
as the keel
of the moon
peeks through purple clouds
And the grass
fills with dew
and songbirds
sing "siempre"
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