Soulmates

I often write about love because beneath the cynical layer of sad coal dust lies the heart of a true romantic.

The age old question is always this: do soulmates, in fact, exist?  If so will I find mine like 2 puzzle pieces in the game of love?  Or flying toward each other like birds of paradise set against a sunset?

One may think of me as a beacon of strength.  They say that I am the strongest person I know.  This is due to my gifted tongue, soaked in a bath of wisdom.

But really I remind myself of a tear streaming down the face of the saddest person in the world.  Just another tear dropped in jagged glass. 

Shall I ever find my angel of music?  If so, I shall anticipate them wholeheartedly. 

If not, I am just another sad person's tear.