Poetry: Rare Soul

By Monica C. Voskamp


Not a business deal

Not a credit card transaction

Pause wait a moment

Wait, this is real.


Real soul,

Real beauty,

Real time,

Nothing worth fair


Everything worth

More patient waiting.


Not a checklist

Not a blind decision

Pause wait a moment

She is real.


Real soul

Real beauty

Nothing worth fair


Everything worth

More patient waiting.


Hold your breathe

Savour slow

Let her trust you know

Her priceless worth.


She, the rare soul

A lifetime dance

Hasn’t been told

Hasn’t been showed

Such luxury yet.


So tread wisely,

And see her with eyes

Never seen before.

Touch her with grace

Never given before.

Love her with truth

Never spoken before.


She, the rare soul

Waiting for the beautiful

Waiting for the truthful

Waiting for the honourable.


She, the rare soul

Looking to live

Looking to give

Looking to love

With no regrets.


The broken yet beautiful

Souls waiting to merge

Souls craving to be

United together,

Forever vow.


Not a fling

Not a one nighter

Not a item to be used

Not a trophy wife

Nothing so trite.


She holds

Her value

Clutches close

Keeps coming back to it

When torn apart.


Don’t take lightly

Believe only in full

The depth inside

Rare soul’s treasure

Lifetime love.


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Ahmad Odeh on Unsplash

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