There is something about you-your soul, it glows.
What's inside is magic, I believe it so.

I can't promise the Moon or Stars,
Yet,
Because I can't even promise the Earth
To myself,
But I can promise
I will learn your every individual perfection
And let them become the constellations
Of my world
Until I can give you
The Moon, the Stars, and the entire Galaxy
Because you deserve
Not a single star less.

Souls meet,
Either soul not knowing, not understanding
And yet, still feel something.
Reasons–unknowing–we met and
Chances are, maybe we belong,
Holding the others hand, or maybe we belong
In passing memories. But
Now, I can’t help but
Guess that maybe we met on purpose.