1. It Was Written in the Stars

 

It was not a meeting—
It was a stirring of the skies.
A glance, and the world paused,
As if the cosmos drew a breath
To witness love’s first sigh.

No words were spoken,
Yet every silence sang.
Two eyes met—
And in that gaze,
A thousand lifetimes unfolded.

We were not strangers.
Our souls recognized
A bond the mind could not name,
A memory etched
Beyond time and form.

We walked through moments
Like threads through a loom—
Weaving destinies
With steps too soft to hear,
Yet resounding in our breath.

The universe leaned closer,
Held its stars in stillness,
For what bloomed between us
Was not love at first sight—
But a reunion foretold
In some forgotten light.

And then…
As if fate grew restless,
The winds turned.
We were torn asunder
By hands we could not see,
By storms we never summoned.

No fault.
No farewell.
Just a silence that grew
Like a shadow at dusk.

But love—
True love—
Does not die in distance.
It deepens in waiting,
Becomes prayer,
Becomes a vow without voice.

I searched for you in skies,
In songs,
In the trembling of autumn leaves.
You lived in the ache,
In the hush of every night
That remembered your name.

Years passed.
Seasons withered.
Yet something in me
Remained warm—
A flicker that whispered:
“She will return.”

And you did.

Not as a miracle,
But as the truth unfolds.
Not with noise,
But with quiet certainty—
Like dawn that keeps its promise.

We did not rush.
We did not speak.
We just stood—
As if the stars had called us home
To complete what once began.

Now I know—

This love was never ours to lose.
It was not mere chance,
Nor dream,
Nor choice.

It was the will of the universe.
It was written in the stars.
It was the destiny of souls
That never die
And never part.