Pieces ⇒

While I was cleaning yesterday, I discovered a journal I used to keep of writing that moved me somehow. Some of it was written by me when I was so moved but most of it is pieces written by someone else. Here is one that I particularly liked about soul mates. Unfortunately I don't know who wrote it so I can't credit them properly.

When a soul enters the world that we know, It splits apart and the Pieces go Far and wide. That sould is shared, Pieces large and small By many people. And the Pieces fall Wherever they decide. And should two Pieces happen to cross Like puzzle Pieces that once were lost A perfect fit. The Pieces may try to separate Try to deny the hand of fate They cannot split. For if you chance to find a Piece of your soul Then you are closer still to being whole. So never fear That the puzzle Pieces will again be lost, Because their paths will often cross And Always be near.