I Know You Are Mine♥️ Poem by WIN VENTURA

In temple light, where lamps bow low,
Amid chants that rise, and prayers that glow,
I saw a face through sacred mist..
A soul I knew, a life I missed.

Silks around me, grace in air,
His eyes had stories I couldn't bear.
We smile, not strangers, not quite kin,
A pull, a fire, deep within.

He walked to me, with a calm so rare,
My heart thudded, stripped bare.
A handshake sparked like thunder's cry,
My soul knew his, I don't know why? ? !

My tongue was tied, my hands unsure,
Yet in his eyes, I saw the cure.
He leaned and whispered, "You're my..."
But before the truth, I kissed the sky.

Awake. Alone. The dawn was mean.
Was it a dream… or something between?
Still in my chest, that fire clings..
A love unfinished… with unspoken wings.

If dreams are doors, may I pass through,
To meet again, in skies not blue.
But crimson, gold, with stars aligned,
And find in waking what sleep designed.

Oh fate, be kind, let real reveal..
That he exists, that dream was real.
To meet my... not just in sleep's embrace,
But face to face, in time and grace.

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA