Destiny has taken half of a damaged soul,
Given it a chance to live as one
With the half it had lived without far too long.
Decided life’s path for the newly bound soul to follow,
The damaged half becomes entangled
In the bittersweet rose vines of fate,
Thorns pierce the flesh, the spirit bleeds,
And the other half holds strong, keeps it safe,
Shelters it from the whirlwind that time has cast down.
The warmth heals and the love prevails,
The storm rages within, pelting the soul with bitter rain,
Tasting of tears, drowning the will.
The pain subsides but leaves weakness,
And the tormented half wonders how to move on.
The other quickly comforts, rebuilds, encourages,
Shatters the fear, restores the courage, the will is reborn.
The halves of the soul exchange their roles, back and forth,
Each needing, wanting, loving, healing at all times,
As though still separate and far apart.
Alternating unimaginable currents like electricity,
Pass relentlessly between them until the wound is chased,
The lightning is invisible but undeniable.
Painless, life-altering to excruciating force,
Those close by can only be moved, mesmerized,
By what they witness between the two bodies
Housing the united soul over a great distance,
And the hearts that were taken one into the other
And embraced to become one forever...

- L.C., 2002