Soulmate


On this journey from earth to heaven, we meet our soulmate.
Someone to get us through this life,
Our other half.
I always wanted that man in paris,
The one who could change my life,
And break my heart.
The one who valued money over love,
Who'd do what it takes to make it,
The man who'd fall in love with me,
A theologian, a socialists.

That man wanted me too,
Someone who could teach him how to love,
To turn work into art,
Lust to,love,
Money to charity.

Our souls meet, somewhere on the streets of Rome,
Outside of christian Dior,
To the cafés in paris
To Jerusalem.

This man is my soulmate,
There is only way to love,
One way to kiss.
One reason to exist.
How we fell in love.

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