Mysterious Soul

If cupid is blind, how does one know we were meant to be?

Our love was like a burning star, just waiting to crash like a meteorite.

Your beauty is not meant to be captured, it's meant to be seen in its presence.

Your love is like a religion, that I seem to pray to every night.

All it took was one look, and usually I don't believe in love at first sight.

I can only hope to find you in every lifetime, so my love for you can expand.

Lust leads so Love can follow.