Soul breathing

I loved to that point
That point that my soul was lost in yours
Not because I hated me
But because I could align my soul to yours
Again and again
I saw the signs
The spirit of love makes me drunk
Under whose influence I committed my soul
I was blind to the fact that spontaneously
The passion was long dead
To you I would have given my soul
To give my soul  was to die

Then the influence of that love
Weaned off
I found myself in me
I needed time
I don't know how much time I need
Yet if love ever finds me again
I may not give my soul
Maybe I actually would.

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