When you run into someone, the most peculiar way,
with no thoughts that your paths will cross.
Then summers lapse and tables turn,
and alongside you stand again.
It’s funny how things never happen as planned.
It’s funny how you can’t decide in whose hands
your heart falls and your dreams lay,
No matter how hard you try…
In the end, it’s all a matter of chance,
and it’s pointless to stand in the way.
Or is it more than just a coincidence…
I guess we’ll never understand the whims of fate.
I lay alone in my bed, but I can’t sleep.
Tossing and turning, tangled under the sheets.
As I peek I see a silhouette,
I feel the warmth and I hear the breath
of this kindling fragile love.
It’s tricky being submerged in this unbounded rapture.
With a million butterflies cutting me up into fractions.
They are the yearning, the comfort, the songs unsung,
the unspoken words on the tips of our tongues.
Bodies that tingle as fingers interlock,
Smiles that warm the heart.
Eyes that lock in a never ending gaze,
Legs that can’t bear to be apart.
Shoulders to lean on, arms to embrace,
a chest to hold on tight.
This really was not part of the plan,
but oh why does it feel so right?
Heartbreaks I have had my share
But if it’s worth it, I try to bare.
Two broken-winged birds, still healing our souls
as we slowly become part of our worlds
Trying to find a sign,
I look into dark night sky…
Are we going in the wrong direction?
Are we heading straight into rejection?
Is this Happenstance?
Or, tell me, is it written in the stars?
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