I feel
compelled by your existence
Your very
presence
A lustrous
longing
That I've
seen your face
Felt your
Soul
Known your
ways
Destiny is an
odd thing
with brown
eyes and silk hair
With beauty
that rounds the
Atmosphere
It is the
breath that you wish to know
the touches
that you yearn for
With a heart
that aches with the other
What if We
are destined
But we have
never met
We share what
is not ours
But we have
no want to forget
If you so
feel compelled
by my true
existence
Then say it
is Right!
When the day
our sacred breaths align
Perhaps I'll
say, we are destined
To be
Immortals
You and I
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