Some souls are meant to be (as One), even though they come from vastly different and mutually exclusive worlds and lives.

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What hand of Fate joins us? Only God knows.

Though you are young as spring, and I am old;

we intersect in life, as worlds unfold.

In time your suffering, troubles, and woes

will be no more,—but a memory that goes,

and fades, away. And what has been untold,

I now share with you in these lines of gold:

that you are Love, which manifests and shows.

We share a common grief from worlds apart:—

mine, I transform into dulcet lines of rhyme;

and yours, you transmute into timeless art.

Though we're an eternity apart, time

matters not to our bond,—for the great heart

that is ours transcends even the Sublime!

By Ngoc Nguyen

From: United States