Parallel Destiny Poem by Wangchat konyak

They called it infatuation,
But I called it love.
The day I saw the mystic lass,
I knew we were in parallel lines—
Sailing in the same direction,
A direction that points straight,
Straight towards an unknown destiny.
Yet, knowing that our paths
Would never intersect here or there,
I insisted on celebrating the existence
Of that mystic lass
While I had chance before vanishing
Into the unknown horizon.