We were meant to meet
It was written in the stars
Walking shores bare feet
Leaving prints, were just a start
Sands of time, slipped by
End was bound, but held on tight
At the end, had to let you fly
Desire was to hold, with all my might
Here we are now, apart
Maybe by fate or by by choice
Trying to reason with our heart
That its fate, and not choice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem