soulmate

The lioness, cold, shivering
                          spasmatically
Looks deep within her mind
at the day when she met
her soulmate for the very first
                          time

The Age of Rebirth,

She was born again, with the aid of 
                            this friend

At a park, humidity frizzed her
                           fine fur
She sat upon his lap, weeped
about how she will perish soon

He, drained of all positivity, fell
                      under the spell

Comfort, love
                  and she felt it

The warmth of his shell
The cold of her dying soul
met, collision, instant friction

The lioness announced
news of satisfaction
            and he smiled

Relief

She dies then he dies
                    (that is the rule)
Ultimate tool for survival

They need the seed of sight

A face, his face, fills the
lioness with delight

A pyramid of trust,
built on love's grounds

A stable front

Oh how she misses him
But love, such love
    cannot be delivered
           to the whirlpool

Strong, tough, bearing,
                               it has been

Lioness cares not, 
                        for he is hers
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She knows that
 
He, she, will be wrapped in
sweet embrace
                      one day
 
And they shall play on the stones
of confidence, nirvana, heated hormones
 
For eternity