The Meeting
Dragged through a valley of aching hopes,
A fountain of dreams mesmerized my soul.
My precious being flung toward heaven's gate,
That's how it felt when our eyes first met.
My destiny was to chase you in every pursuit,
You, the rhythm that makes my heart beat true.
Pulsing through me as our days grow old,
A timeless bond, more priceless than gold.
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