Vlora Obertinca: Soul mates

Look at my picture

Look at the past

The girl you see

Has grown up

She is not anymore

The tresure you were holding

She matured in the meantime

She is her own shareholder

Love is not for granted

It ‘s the precious gift of God

The one that plays with it

Gets burned from in and out

The one that charishes

The love he recieves

Happens to be showered

With happiness indeed.

Past life soulmates

Surface in this lifetime

To elevate the energy of love

Of the one left on the shadow

The light of love

Touches the soulmate

To open the eyes

Spiritualy to awake

Expiriencing at the same time

What means love and pain.