I believe we have met before.
Somewhere in a past life.

I believe we have been searching for each other for decades now.
Somehow we found our way again.

I believe we were meant to begin another story in this life time.
One written better than the last.

I believe you were the ink to my pen.
A novel I never got to complete.

I believe in souls.
And you being my mate.

So take my hand.
I’ll carry you home.