A candle the only light to illuminate the thoughts in my head.
I wonder the ways of the world, ways of the heart,
trying to figure out if things are fated from the start.
Does our meeting have a purpose, is there more to come?
Or are we lucky to have met on this path, before returning to where we came from?
I'm going to cherish they gift you gave me
Reviving my heart, allowing me to see.
To see that one day I'll find the one from my dream
The one where everything is silver, and it gleams.
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