Say the word
and most will look perplexed.
The word is new,
but the concept has
existed throughout time.
An image.
A thought.
An unnamed longing.
A part of ourselves
we didn't know existed.
Its roots
are in fantasy.
But its conception
is within the soul.
Imzadi...
Soulmate...
Beloved...
First...
More than first love.
First to touch the heart.
First to find the soul.
First to reach the center of
our core and being.
First to link as none other has.
Beloved.
Treasured.
Connected.
A part of who I am
and what I will be.
Imzadi knows me
as none other can.
Imzadi sees me
when I can't see myself.
Imzadi loves me
in spite of myself.
Imzadi is always with me,
even when I am unawares.
Imzadi is destiny.
Imzadi never leaves.
Imzadi is a truth
for our lifetimes.
Imzadi is love
but is more.
Cherished
Nurtured
Celebrated
Soulmate
Beloved
First
Imzadi
