‘Keep a journal,’ advised Doctor Mary

You only require a few sessions of therapy

for your confessions of the soul, were spoken

with alacrity and conviction, you have self-healed

that was my ordeal for a month, making her weepy

My analysis involved my past and unresolved

due to my dominant personality type shaped

by my past experiences, I failed to make the right

connections where partners went

So my daily ritual since emancipation

emerging from my futile past faux pas

was to write each day to my Soulmate

I shall bequeath my writings to you

whence we date is the promise

I need to exhale my past from my soul

and inhale my present state with

prospects of a happier future

I don’t know who you are

but I talk to God about you daily

I have eviscerated the bondages of depression

to release the trapped soul living in desolation

to soar to dizzying heights with my new found wings

I need not a Knight nor a Viking

I need :

One love to protect me and my own

One love to have and to hold

One love to dance out in the rain with

I denote.

That’s all that I need

I need one good life; from here on end

Dear Soulmate, I await you indeed!

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