It's so astonishing how our story unfolds
So many chapters unwritten, untold
Perhaps, what was written mattered most?
Or what was unsaid, was actually lost
Will lay in the memories carefully hidden in the heart
No one will figure out the end nor the start
Just privy to the two of us
Not known to who shouldn't and must
Those were the moments so precious and true
Some bring us smiles, others a tear or two
What if these were ever shown?
To all and sundry, the souls unknown
Will they fathom the depth of our love?
The ecstasies and the melancholies so profound
Those moments when we couldn't put our feet on ground
Or the ones we better forget
When he deals the hand of fate
It's unbiased and so much sedate
Partly gold and partly dust
Both we consume as we must
Love is never sheer moments of joy
Bereft with pain you too must enjoy
Nothing is made with a single side
Till you realize what the other hides
All stories start saying when they met
However they end as the fate will set
You come alone and that's how you must go
It's a folly not to accept how he runs the show
