Tortured Souls

A long lost memory of a life once lived.

Feeling the pull of your warm embrace.

The room is blurred as if it's just the two of us.

Standing in the middle of a beautiful ballroom with a fireplace crackling from the side. People standing around in their divine gowns watching as we dance across the floor, but my eyes only see you. I can feel your arm slide around my waist and your face resting against my neck. You whisper loving words and I smile shyly. The musical sounds drowned out because I can only hear as your heart beats again and again in my ear as I rest it on your suited chest.

I look up into your eyes and see into your world. My own heart pounds as I look deep inside seeing my own world there. You gently lay your lips on mine and the feeling of total submission fills my soul. I know that I loved you deeply and wholly and we lived a long and happy life. I promised you as you were ready to walk through those gates that I would always find you no matter how long it took or where you were. We are soulmates and once we look into each other's eyes our hearts would recognize the other. It was and is more than just love but several lifetimes of tortured souls.