Do you believe in soulmates? I quizzed my forever paramour.
He glanced at me from under those mesmerizing eyes, a small smile splayed upon his lips.
“You know that I don’t,” asserted he who had weaved countless words into hymns for a love so pure.
I sat cross-legged in a humph, with a furrow in my brow.
Wondering what prompted him to say so; as then like now…
…what remained unchanged was our shared laughter that rang through the halls.
With a tune upon my lips had I fallen for this man…
…who made me weak in the knees and happy to fall.
Fall in the throes of a passion so deep, it seemed like an abyss but with light at the end.
For in him I found that for which all rules could I bend.
And now, he has the nerve to cheekily claim that soulmates we are not?
When all I hear when he smiles, are the lilting chords of my heart’s forever song.
