Strangers we were at first,
Minding not each other’s presence,
Talking sense not for a purpose,
Just creating pun at a certain toy.

Friends we were as days run,
Concerning at each other’s sight,
Developing themes of story lines,
Never to play but to enjoy moment.

Lovers we knew when our hearts collide,
Speaking sweet on each other’s tone,
Growing sets on a desired goal,
Not to fallacies to trust relationship.

Couple we dreamed of was made,
Living simply at each other’s arms,
Yearning fruits from combined love,
Breaking is far for diminishing fate.

‘Cause I’m perfectly yours,
And you’re perfectly mine.

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This speaks of two strangers who turn out as lovers and commit to marriage for a love where they are certain of. A perfect combination of fate and true love!