A Story called Life

To my Soul mate

To my Soul mate

What do I see in you,

That makes me feel so much for you?

It is not a mystery but a miracle

By heaven, that I witness in you.

The thoughts, wisdom and the waywardness,

The makes I admire you.

The fretted surface of your quiet mind that makes me go down for you.

But above all, pure honesty and justice in your soul I find,

Challenging the wrong,

Fighting to open the eyes born blind,

Standing up to help the weak against the strong,

Makes me bow to you.

There are the few things I find in you,

That makes me thank God for an Angel like you.

What do I see when I look at you?

A hand of heaven and a lot of time spent on you.

The glory of your dark hair, when bounces back and forth,

Makes the breeze shy away from you.

The amazing dimpling smile,

That can make the flowers sway for you.

The amazing deep brown eyes that can shame away the depth of the ocean

If compared to you.

The soft beige skin can tempt the Gods if they look at you.

The rhythmic flow of your graceful limbs binds me with wonder,

When I look at you.

Perhaps, that what an Angel means when heaven thought about you.

What do I feel when I look at you?

Nature together put in a sweet-smelling gift that we call you.

The strength of a mountain covered by the soft snow,

That defines you.

The coolness of the winds

The warmth and heat of a fire,

The soft noise of the flowing streams,

That makes even the nature envy you.

There are the few things I feel and see when I look at you,

That fills me with amazement and strikes me with wonder,

By the heavenly creature, that’s you.

Maybe this is why it makes me feel complete with you.

Perhaps, that what an Angel means when heaven thought about you.

“My heart is heavy at the remembrance of all the miles that lie between us; and I can scarcely believe that you are so distant from me… We are parted; and every parting is a form of death and every reunion is a type of heaven… “

​-Edwards