What’s meant stays,  
quiet and sure.  
  
True love waits,  
even when we turn away.  
  
What isn’t ours  
slips,  
like water,  
gone before we know it.

Looking around,
hoping to find
the answer.

A daffodil’s rhythm,
with the wind,
bathed in sunlight,
until it blew away.

I seek the Almighty,
only to realize,
the answer is within me.

Petals in the breeze,
swirling around trees,
cherry blossom dance.

Some say,
love is a curse.
Some say,
love is a blessing.

For me,
it's a spark in the dark,
reason to rise,
and be alive.

The Lily looks up,
the Moon gazes back,
both knowing well,
they will fall,
soon.

Dear love,

In this moment,
our steps feel familiar,
like we’ve danced here before.

Words feel familiar,
like we’ve sung them before.

The air feels familiar,
like we’ve breathed it before.

My dearest,
your lips feel familiar,
like we’ve kissed before,
in another time,
another life.

Tell me, love,
do you feel it too?
Or am I alone
in this déjà vu?