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Fate


On a sunny morning, I saw her I saw her, whom I’ve been waiting for since fate crossed our paths We are trapped in this room. I saw her, with a gem-like smile Bright Illuminating the darkness that lurks. The two of us separated by a gap, Yet behind she was So close yet so far Across the gap I yelled, She hears and replies with a voice an angel Her breath was warm, I would not let go The gap wider and wider, As we are pulled away. At last, I see her The barrier between, Glimpses, I am content.
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