Fated: Proxima Centuari Poem by Frank Moses Phiri

In the realm where destiny weaves its tapestry, our connection emerges as if ordained by the cosmos itself. Proxima Centauri, drawing us into its gravitational embrace, we are entwined in a dance that transcends time and space. A partnership of radiant fusion, the brilliance of our souls combines, illuminating the universe.

A harmonious symphony of emotion, synchronizing our hearts and thoughts as we move in graceful unity. The very fabric of our bond seems to possess an innate understanding, an intuitive link that defies explanation. In this cosmic ballet of two souls, our energies resonate with zero resistance, creating an unbreakable bond that withstands any challenge.

The color of our affection is akin to the deepest red hues of love, an intensity that knows no limits. As we traverse this secret realm we've carved out for ourselves, our love shines like a beacon of warmth and devotion. It's as though our connection is a beacon, guiding us through the vastness of existence, a constant reminder that our devotion knows no bounds.

And yet, as our love story unfolds, it is taking place in a world that exists four light years away from the one we know. A place where time is measured in cosmic distances, and the constellations above bear witness to our enduring commitment. Despite the expanse that separates us, our hearts remain forever tethered, a testament to the power of love that bridges even the most unimaginable gaps.

Our story is written in the stars, a tale of destiny fulfilled and hearts intertwined across the fabric of the universe. As fate continues to weave its intricate patterns, we stand as a testament to the enduring strength of love, shining brightly in the celestial dance that binds us together.
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