"she took my hand and led me out of the darkness and showed me that whatever our souls are made of, hers and mine are the same"
To many different people this one sentence can have several meanings, most think of it maybe as a speech of romance mearley being found by a person least expected,
and many other opinions to come on such a sentence.
To someone like me whom id consider very open minded and out of the box when it comes to a story with such potential, it is more then romance or a bond.
In the eyes of my mear self it is the feeling of breaking free from the dark abiys were the silence ecod from every direction,
seeing that some one has bestowed a small crack of light after it has not so often shown upon oneself.
It is when despite your distrust and forced instincts you take hold of that light and come realise that you never want it to slip away, not in fear of being alone once more,
but in loosing the other half of your new found soul. That some ones soul is the same as yours as yours is their's .
Poem Owner: Emily Bronte from "Pride and Prejudice"
Writer of this poem: Robin Owens