Destiny, I once believed, was a force we couldn’t touch,
A guiding hand, invisible, yet steady—
But now, I see it differently.
It’s a person, a jealous shadow,
Watching us, wanting what we have.


It stands, arms crossed, in the corner of our hearts,
Eyes burning with envy—
For the love that flourishes between us,
A love too wild to be mapped,
Too uncontainable for fate’s hand to mold.


Destiny sees what we have built
And wonders, bitterly,
How we crafted something
It never could.
The passion we share
Wears no chains,
And the fire we burn with
Refuses to be dimmed.


Our love flows like a river—
Destiny watches helplessly,
Unable to stop its current,
But aching to know the secret of its course.
It watches as we laugh,
As we dream,
As we share quiet moments,
Whispering futures only we can see.


Destiny could never…