Spinning Around With My Soul

Sometimes you can not see behind the trees ... Sometimes you meet souls that blinds your mind, you let them do it. Many years ago I wrote a poem to a soul that is so close to me that we are aware of each other. This soul has been my enemy, my friend, my partner, my relatives, my owner. I loved this soul, i still do and always will. He was my best friend, we hurt each other, when this soul realized how much he loved this soul it was too late ... I wrote the poem because I knew it would be easier to understand how I felt. At the same time there was this other soul that was a reflection of my soul. I had waited so long for this soul that is reflection of my soul. I prepared for what was to come, dreams will always be with messages, my dreams warned me ... I did the opposite, I chose to listen to the pain and fear. That night when my soul was turned into darkness, it came out a different side to cope with the fear and pain ... the other was dead, it no longer existed. I had three boxes that I had not unpacked after the move, now I've done it, old books with poems, letters and a picture of my mother as my best friend had drawn for me, for my birthday 17.10.1997. All I can say it was not the body that was crying but my soul, beautiful poems, my question was "is it me who have written these poems." The only thing I can say is Earthly LOVE / Amor Vincit Omnia!