Met like stars that missed the dawn,
Yet in your eyes, my pain was drawn.
A mirrored ache, a silent scream,
As if we shared the same old dream.
Your hands create what words can't say,
With strokes and shades that don't betray
A heart so fierce, yet soft and wild,
A Leo's fire, the universe's child.
In moments brief, you pulled me near,
Unraveled years of silent fear.
How strange it feels, how right, how true
A stranger, yet the soul knew you.
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