THE SOUL
The soul
The me, myself and I in each and every one of us
Me, who I am in this life
Myself, who remembers more
I, who believes
The soul
Eternal, infinite, immortal
‘Me’ will cease to exist on this plane of existence
‘Myself’ knows there’s more
‘I’ live one lifetime after another
Fate
The soul calling onto itself that which it knows
Has always known
Ever shall know
On every plane of existence
Two souls
Drawn to each other
From out of the multitudes
Of each and every one of us
And we marvel, in awesome wonder
What truths and compatibility are found
Two minds that think as one
Two hearts that beat in rhythm
Two who know they are one
For better and for worse
In sickness and in health
And death cannot part us
The ‘me’ who we are in this life
Will one day cease to exist
Our ‘self’ remembers
And knows
‘I’ will live again
And be drawn to you, by fate
The miracle that is life
Of being my, myself and I
And finding you
And knowing ‘we’ shall always be
What better reward could life offer
None