It will feel like destiny

 

I am lost in someone's love; somewhere I am lost and always thinking about him and his love. 

His smile, I imagine, will light up my world, and his face, I'm sure, will be a sight to behold.

How beautiful he himself will be, how many moles will be on his body, which gods he worships in his light, and even what he believes in.

I wonder about his beauty, his grace. How will he be with others, I wonder, and what will he be like?

Despite not knowing everything, I eagerly await the day we finally meet.

When that moment comes, my heart won't just beat fast—it will tell me his name, confirming that he's the one I've been waiting for.

It'll confirm he's here, by my side, my companion of every life, with nothing to hide.

In this life, we're reunited again. At first sight, his presence I'll gain. It'll feel like destiny.

like we've been meant for each other across lifetimes. His name, then, will be more than just a name—it'll be a beautiful symbol of our love.