Fate's Occasion

Singular and thus finite begins the spiral's spinning plight of eminent foretold collision love commences in a vision Unbeknownst before the time an effigy that burns the mind now filters clear, emotions raw, the present image striking awe Eyes and hair on perfect face with pouted mouth, the heart doth race into the thoughts, how to proceed? laggardly? ...with godly speed? Clumsily one gathers poise do thine drums work? there is no noise at the point, this cosmic stead a vocal soul must forge ahead Words abashed but striking through perceived by them, return to you is that a chorus sounding there? without belief just simper stare Lives become one single strand as two entangle by the hand joy begins to warmly swell for fate's occasion, two hearts fell