Being with a Soulmate

Being with a soulmate is one big mess of contradiction
Yin and yang at its finest
Fate colliding with complete and utter randomness
Forming a supernova inside my heart.
We are together
And it is a constant state of discomposure and calm,
Tension and tranquility
All at once
It is having your breath taken away
And finally being able to breathe like never before.
It is chemistry and it is something matter cannot touch
Something the mind and soul cannot grasp
It is mathematically improbable and logically illogical
It is possibly impossible that something so pure and so passionate
So sensual and spiritual
Can exist in one tiny brush of the finger,
One brief meeting of the eyes.

Not to mention being with a soulmate
Is turning a bed into a place we cannot possibly get a wink of sleep
And turning something as complex as life into something as simple as you and I.

Being with a soulmate is like carrying a secret
That no one would believe if we ever told them
And only we know that it is true
The love you have for me, and I for you.
I will carry this secret with me wherever I go.
All it takes is a small reminder of your name
In a whisper of the wind
As I'm walking alone down the haunted streets of hopelessness
And I am reminded of all things good
All things real and right and natural
And then I want to turn around
And run home to you
Away from the emptiness, the despair,
Into your loving arms
Where I feel I am finally at peace.
Being with a soulmate
Is like finally being.