Soulmates

Your soul intermingles with mine,
Passing through the corridors of my heart.

You give me the time of day,
Speak a few words of nonsensical beauty.

The more I'm with you,
The more I start to think:

Perhaps we are made for each other,
My dear lover, perhaps it is true.

Perhaps I am the one for you.
(Though one can never be certain.)

You and your ways have become a part of me,
It's so easy how we work.

I heard once that to be in a good relationship,
You have to fight.

I don't think so.
We never fight.

In fact, I believe we've only had an argument
Once.

Perhaps you are the right one,
The one I've been waiting for.

I wouldn't know,
To be honest.

We are a conversation,
Talking back and forth,
Trading stories of the day.

You are a wonder,
So interesting and beautiful.

Your mind captivates me like no other,
And I hope mine does the same.

We are great minds,
Thinking alike, knowing each other.

And my soul reaches out to you,
As yours does as well, perhaps.

Maybe what we are is what they mean by
'Soulmates'

I would hope so, dear lover.