Like clay the images were molded
from my heart through my soul,
the entwining of two loves as one
in a celebration of life's scroll.
Fate had wrote the pages and
time still had much to tell,
as if by some magnetic force
or a casting of a magic spell.
Our needs were mirrored
and our wants just the same,
for kindred spirits do exist
on another spiritual plane.
As I reached into the emptiness
to fill the void left by time,
I felt that first connection
your hand reaching out to mine.
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