Soul Mate

They said, I was a fool to fall,
to fall in love completely.
‘It’s suicide to swoon and sigh
and say, “she smiles so sweetly.”’

I said, ‘she is my destiny,
a goddess-girl from heaven.
We both were born two days apart,
in nineteen sixty seven.’

They said, ‘the ocean’s full of fish,
like fruit that's ripe for picking.
First love’s a reckless, rash routine:
a habit, well worth kicking.’

‘It rises and it sets with her,’
I said, of sun that's shining.
‘Her soul’s the same as mine, you see;
a soul with silver lining!’