Perfect Couple
"Perfect Couple"
He was the fire from distant skies,
With storm-born soul and ancient eyes.
A sailor turned sage, bold and wise,
Who walked with gods and heard their cries.
She came like twilight on the sea,
A hush of grace, serenity.
Soft in her step, strong in her gaze,
A healer wrapped in lunar haze.
They met not once, but long before,
Beyond the veil, through lifetimes’ door.
Two halves of truths the stars concealed,
Now drawn to earth, their fate revealed.
He, with hands that shaped the storm,
And heart that kept the hearthstone warm.
She, with whispers in her breath,
That stilled the winds and nurtured depth.
In Cyprus where the olives sway,
They built a life of sacred play.
With incense, tea, and candle’s light,
They danced beneath the wings of night.
He teaches stillness, strength, and flame,
She weaves her dreams into the same.
Their bond, a spell, both wild and kind,
No chains, no lies, no ties that bind.
For love like theirs does not decay,
It blooms through night and lights the day.
A sacred fire, still and true,
Forever old, forever new.
L&A
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*Note:
This poem speaks of a deep, mystical union between two soulmates who have walked together across lifetimes. Rooted in stillness and strength, nurtured by warmth and grace, their love blossoms like a sacred fire under the Cyprus sky, forever in rhythm, forever divine.
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