Is it the Red Strings of Fate
That binds our souls,
That predestined us to make history
And meet in this life once more?
I feel like I’ve known you
Long before I met you.
Albeit it must’ve been due
To craving for the Crème de la Crème,
Such as you, that caused my Déjà Vu.
Suddenly, you broke down my walls
Without further ado
But what’s fascinating is that I let you.
Your soul felt familiar
Prior our intimate conversations,
It spoke to me as I read
Your eloquently crafted
Heartwrenching poetries and prose.
To my surprise,
My soul responded to it saying,
“I’m here for you.”
But to what do I owe the pleasure of knowing someone like you?
With the maelstrom of dramas
That transpired in my Lilliputian life,
One slip and I wouldn’t have known you.
I guess my nights spent conversing
To the man in the moon paid off.
He saw you as my kindred spirit,
Bestowed me a map that led me to you.
So it was the right decision
To shred my authenticated anonymity,
For you ended up befriending me,
Desiring my qualities
And eventually, started loving me.
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