Web
Heart
His
and my souls are made of the same stuff
Drop
soul
Drop
And
find your plumb weight
Your
level line
Your
weighted thread
From
heaven to his heart.
He
The
one that I am together with
Our
souls must be created from the same dust.
Attracted
to each other
Like
iron filings on a magnet.
Our
heart strings
In
an invisible web
Connecting
us all.
The
vibrations on my
Heart
string
The
reverberations on his
Heart
strings somehow
Some
way
Resonated.
A
beautiful
Painfully
lovely
Discord,
so close it
Almost
clashes in discordance
Analogous
harmonies
Next
to, yet a step apart
Connected.
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