The confession

Love is a hard game,
It's hard enough to find it,
And even harder to tell apart the unsure,
Like life, it's that other roller coaster ride,
On which we die to sit,
And have a hard time sitting on it,
Thrilling yet confusing....

And then you meet your soul mate,
The hardest of them all,
The times aren't right,
The place improper,
And yet you bind like a cobbler to his shoe;

It is beyond our own control,
This love is no lust,
It is no romance,
It is an extremely strong connection of support and energy between two souls,
And you immediately know when you stand beside;

This queer feeling is addictive,
You derive your strength from the other's body,
And in the process help the other,
They are almost like a part if you,
With them you share a comfort zone,
They are our soul supporters;

And then comes the day to know,
It's time to bid goodbye,
I'm clinging on to it,
But unless you reach out,
There's little of me that can be saved