She has a touch of magic in her soul, And so does he. She and her essence, Are an enthralling magnetic scope, And he’s the invitation, For their souls to play and enrapture. It’s just that he is yet to arrive, At the doorstep of her meadow of magnetism. Not close enough to sense a pull, And gape at their souls meshing. For the time being, Her soul is lingering in solitary, Waiting on the other magnet. Let’s have firm trust she finds him, And he finds her, Before the hourglass has nothing to lose. Let’s hope they write a love story, About 2 enticing souls being tugged to one another. The ones they solely write in fictional books and movies. Let’s hope their souls pull. She could find any other being, But only our souls love. 2 magnetic souls, Don’t repel.