And beating the odds.
Cupid’s arrow to congregate
A love that’s never flawed.
Planets aligning
Shooting stars up above
Full moon shining
And groups of pearl-white doves.
Few ever recognize
All the symbols and signs,
Until they peer into the eyes
That release them from their confines.
Poets write of eyes
Being a window to the soul,
Revealing a thread that lies
Independent from our control.
Imperceptibly connecting puzzle pieces.
Strong enough to withstand time
Stretches and releases
Encountered from the climb.
Only fate can arrange
Conjunction between the tattered ends anew.
What’s meant to be won’t change,
Regardless how far it goes askew.