Joined Destinies

What hand of Fate joins us? Only God knows! Though you are young like spring, and I am old, we intersect in time as life unfolds. Ere long, your suffering, hardships, and woes shall at last be but misery that goes, and fades, away. And, what was once untold, I disclose to you from a heart of gold: that to my weary soul, your beauty shows. Together, we journey with both worlds apart:— in mine, with pen I write lines of inspired rhyme; in yours, with brush you paint timeless works of art: though we seem forever from uniting, time can never sever our bond;—for to depart from our stars, to never meet, braves the Sublime.