Eternal Mirrors
By Olivia Salter
Two souls divided, torn yet whole,
Reflections cast in cosmic scrolls.
An unseen thread, a pull so tight,
A fire that flickers in the night.
Before first breath, before first name,
They burned as whispers wrapped in flame.
Split by fate yet never lost,
Love unbroken, spared no cost.
Across the ages, time unwinds,
They chase the echoes left behind.
Through lifetimes lived in borrowed skin,
Their eyes will meet, their souls begin.
Not strangers now, nor friends anew,
But something ancient, something true.
A quiet gasp, a silent stare—
A knowing spark hangs in the air.
The love is wildfire, raw and bright,
It feeds on shadow, drinks in light.
It tears apart, then makes them whole,
A force beyond the mind’s control.
But love like this is edged with steel,
A mirror showing wounds concealed.
It bares the scars, the truths denied,
No mask to wear, no place to hide.
She sees in him the ghosts he tames,
He hears her silence speak his name.
A tether stretched, yet never torn,
Two halves of something newly born.
The storm will rage, the thunder call,
Two halves of heaven bracing fall.
They run, they break, they twist, they burn,
Yet always back to home return.
For soulmates walk a steady line,
A love that soothes, a fate benign.
But twin flames clash like roaring seas,
A love that shakes, that breaks, that frees.
Not all endure, not all survive,
Some fade away, yet stay alive.
For even lost, the bond remains,
A whisper carved into the veins.
In midnight dreams, in fleeting sighs,
Through nameless streets, through endless skies,
They reach, they touch, they slip, they fall,
Yet find each other through it all.
A single word, a passing glance,
The universe revives the dance.
Not chance, not fate, but something more—
A rhythm set in lives before.
And in their eyes, the stars ignite,
No walls to break, no need for flight.
No spoken vows, no ties that bind,
Their souls have chosen beyond time.
Through shattered glass, through tattered thread,
Through words unspoken, tears unshed,
They shape, they bend, they break, they mend,
For twin flames love, but do not end.
She tempers fire, he softens stone,
Together more, yet each alone.
Not perfect love, but perfect pain,
Two hearts reborn, again, again.
The world may spin, the stars may fade,
Yet love like this will not degrade.
For even when the light is dim,
Her soul will call, and he’ll find her again.
If not this life, then in the next,
Beyond the walls of time and text.
Beyond the flesh, beyond the name,
They will return, they will remain.
No force can break what fate has spun,
No time can end what once begun.
For flames that burn through time and space,
Are written in eternal grace.
To love a twin is love untamed,
Not meant to coddle, not to claim.
It scorches skin, it sears the soul,
Yet leaves you healed, yet makes you whole.
And when the end of days arrives,
When stars collapse, when death revives,
Their love will rise, a spark so bright—
Twin flames igniting endless night.
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