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I didn’t fall in love at first sight…

But maybe my soul did.

He moved toward me like déjà vu

In a crowd full of strangers—

Something pulled me, I couldn’t name it.

His eyes whispered stories,

But his lips never spoke them.

I read his palm...

But can he read minds?

His hands held timelines

Etched with divine signs...

In a parking lot under moonlight,

Laughter floating, fate in flight.

Dreams tangled like hair in the wind—

Could this be where we begin?

He wasn’t made by me...

But maybe he was made for me.

I was the prayer whispered in secret,

The sacrifice for love’s new light.

I let go, so he could rise—

And watched him in the morning sky.

A loop of eternity played in my chest,

And somehow, that pain felt like rest.

In a parking lot under moonlight,

Laughter floating, fate in flight.

Dreams tangled like hair in the wind—

Could this be where we begin?

He wasn’t made by me...

But maybe he was made for me.

I wonder if he feels me there,

In the realm where truth hides bare.

Was I his sunset—burning bright,

Not to leave, but to light his night?

So I could rise… as his moonlight,

While he walked through fire

In the valley of death.

Burned by the sun,

Healed by the balm

Of the Most High’s breath.

God—the Cosmic Jester—

Wrote our tale with sacred ink.

Not a fiction, but a truth

Wrapped in wings on the brink.

Two lanes paved, together yet apart—

Still linked by soul, still marked by heart.

Wrapped in cocoon,

Metamorphosis blooms,

A butterfly kiss of love comes soon.

And whichever way this dream may go,

The miracle remains…

To be his moonlight—

A rare eclipse

With a sunrise flame.