We meet not just in a place or time,
But in rhythm, deep, divine.
Two souls that sparked from realms unknown,
Exploring one another, seed and stone.
In silence spoke, in stillness grew,
Each moment, sacred, each touch true.

We spoke in silence, hearts unbound,
In you, a mirror I had found.
We grew through love, through joy and ache,
Each shadow touched each mask we’d break.

Our path was never claimed,
but still, it burned in sacred flame.
Not meant to hold, but to ignite-
to guide us each toward deeper light.

Through meditations, signs and skies,
You echoed still behind closed eyes.
In sacred chants or midnight stars,
I found the thread of who we are.

We loved not just with flesh and bone,
But in the spaces spirit’s grow.
You were a chapter in my quest-
and all the rest.

And though we walk on paths apart,
You walk beside me in my heart.
No need for words, for touch, for flame
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The soul remembers just the same.