If souls have been existent long before,
In corridors of Time, long gone, unknown,
Could it be that you, too, were there in store,
Until the time this state to you been shown?
My wait endured a million lives, or so,
In countless climes, beliefs and progenies,
And when love’s window, finally, would show,
No single dream retained the memories;
But now that Fate arranged a rendezvous,
Great folly it would be to lose your hand,
Whilst not so sure where else our lives are due,
Or where next in this universe we’ll stand;
…..For since so long ago it was decreed
…..That we will always of each other need.
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