True love

"There's an urban legend that started in China, where a red string would be tied around men and woman's pinkies those whose strings were connected were destined to be soul mates."

I've  noticed this

For a long time now

How we  move

Just like magnets

Many of our friends

Have been left behind

When we have each other

And that's where the world stands

We are so different

But so alike

You might be only human

But I am simply half

Half of what I could be

Supporting

Loving

And just as you are

I can refer to it as love

Our red string has always been there

Pulling us back together

No matter how much we hate each other

So we stand against time

Strong and head first

We lean into each other

Embracingly

Author's Note

There's an urban legend that started in China, where a red string would be tied around men and woman's pinkies those whose strings were connected were destined to be soul mates.

Reviews

[Astro]

First, I'd like to say I'm confused how these red strings could connect, but that is moot with regards to your poem. Your subject matter stays within your usual fare, and is as touching in its honesty as it is, in its sentiment. One thing though, I must say. The image of magnets repelling and attracting is a beautiful representation, but to say that one moves just like magnets, is a little deceiving, because it's not actually the magnets moving but that which it attracts and repels. This is just me nitpicking, your poem is very thoughtful and passionate.

[Barbara Walker]

great write! Enjoyed reading it very much!

[Rita L. Sev]

A good take on this legend. The string chooses us, and it is not always easy. I would suggest an edit on that last word - "embracing", I think, would be a bit more powerful.

[Ravyne Hawke]

Lovely write about soul mates. I think there is a misconception that our soul mates have to be perfect in every way. I think the differences are what draws us closer together. well done.