My Soulmate

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    My Soulmate

    I was sitting in my lorry thinking of the past
    About the years that have gone by and how they went so fast
    I cant believe shes loved me for twenty years or more
    I recall the day i met her on the rooler-disco floor
    I thought that she was gorgeous so beautiful but shy
    My head said shes too good for you my heart it said please try

    Buti didn't have the courage that night to ask her out
    My head it said i knew it my heart still had no doubt
    I thought about her daily i dreamt of her at night
    But each time my head and heart would talk
    My head would win the fight

    It took a friend of both of us a friend i'll thank for life
    To knock our heads together and fix us up one night
    Ad i'm so glad that she did it for the strongest love has grown
    We're married now four gorgoeus kids and a happy little home

    And though twenty years have come and gone i love her as before
    Another twenty years will pass i'll love her even more
    Now my heart is very happy but my heads still in a spin
    From twenty years of wondering what dose she see in him
    And sometimes of a night-time my head and heart still fight
    My head says she's too good for him and you know it could be right
    But my head it is'nt bothered although it still thinks it's right
    It's very very happy that my heart has won the fight.

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    Chaos128 commented on My Soulmate

    08-22-2009

    Jeez, I hate to use the phrase, because it sounds so sappy (to a dedicated cynic like me!), but this is genuinely heart-warming!

    HarverTomsson commented on My Soulmate

    04-04-2009

    Ah, a happily married man. thank her, and thank God for what you have.

    Gerard

    06/05/2009

    Thankyou Harvor what can i say im a lucky man

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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