Through time

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    • Allie
    • In Love and ready to start writting again.

    Through time

    Time, always through time,
    we've done this for centuries a
    dance of love and hate.
    Always begining,
    but never finding a end.
    We pass each other
    with the feeling of want.
    One day this
    journey will have to end.
    No one knows
    what the out come will be.
    Will we drift
    through time always searching?
    Or
    Will we find each other atlast?
    A bond
    that will never break.
    Once
    a soul finds its mate.

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    boomboom56 commented on Through time

    11-25-2009

    Trying to answer the soul mate question can be hard. The people who have found thier's, is few and far between. I have heard about this soul mate, but no luck yet. Your description is on the money. Good luck in your search.

    shadowcatcher commented on Through time

    10-12-2009

    A very well written heart felt poem. It does make one wonder if there is that perfect mate out there somewhere. Or will it be like two ships passing each other in the foggy night. Keep dreaming!

    UnworthyFather commented on Through time

    06-10-2009

    I believe that you have captured the spirit of the "Tango" of love. Each day is a step in a dance rich with expectation and eroticism; each step a matching of the hearts. Who knows what the end of the dance will hold? Thanks for sharing.

    marina123 commented on Through time

    06-10-2009

    some times the heart gets tired of the dance of love and hate and moves on, because this dance never ends but honestly , the heart never stops loveing its soulmate, it always longs and hurts for its 1 true love, for its always 1 true love , so i gues the mind moves on but the heart never does, been there babe

    Chaos128 commented on Through time

    06-09-2009

    Allie, another winner. I like the way you leave it open ended - Making all options possible. Don't ever stop.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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    Forever 6
    Drifting 3
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    Through time 7
    Search 1
    A Letter To You, (Part !) 2
    Untitled 0
    Not right 5
    Forgotten 3
    What is peace? 2
    Untitled 1
    Slumber Bliss 3