"My Match"

My soul cries

To find it’s perfect match

A true soul mate

If there even exists such a fate

Feeling like the grey

That is today

Tears equaling

No, possibly surpassing

The endless drops

Of the daily norm

Of this rain storm

That fills my buckets

Pssst….
Buckets of...

Pity

Sadness

Sorrow

Severe

Terror

Yesss…

That, I may never find

He…

That equals my soul

A heart that he gladly stole

And took the steepest toll

Triggered by the lovemaking of the mind

Nirvana of a special kind

Released by the comfort of a chatterer

And sexy words of a flatterer

Tastier than my weakest fix
That weakens the Haus and it's Brik's
Filled with a new peace
And a new piece

Cocoa, a dark chocolate?

No…

A man, the sweetest bliss

But…

Do not be blind

You will know and find

That which has more importance
Bares no hindrance 
Heart and mind in balance

And…

True value
For real love too
To this thing we call life
Which exists so much strife

You will understand
Before you die

A soul that speaks the language

Our language

The language of you and I

For the foreign will never understand me

Of the language I speak

Except the man and his soul

Who is truly free
The mirror of my soul

My match

And…

To just be