The Many Lives of Two

Like clouds we drift through time.

Living many lives as one.

Within each life we have given each other purpose.

Our stories based on a love that others cannot fathom.

Not with the hearts and souls who do not wish it so.

You and I are of the rarest of beings.

Made for each other we do not fade.

Our souls have a love made of the purest star dust.

It came forth from the beginning of time itself.

Within each universe is our lives and minds intertwined.

An undeniable existence that will always come true.

You may say that I am but it is truly you.

You are the foundation of what love is.

And I am the embodiment of what love means.

You give me your hand, I give you my heart.

I give you my mind, you give me your soul.

When love is a never ending cycle of the lives of two.

No matter the universe we may reside, it is rare in every eye.

Those may seek but they shall not find.

They are not of us and we are not of them.

That in itself is the rarest of rare.

A commodity that many will never relish.