Miles Apart, and still miles left to go—
You seem so far away, yet you feel so close.
Hearts which beat at a separate pace,
And minds that wander so,
Are linked to love through destiny,
Changing as they go.
If our paths must split,
And you find another road,
I wish you love that is true—
Not one that is faux.
Still I will walk my separate road;
Passing fate’s fickle mistress as I go.
I sing a song with a familiar tone
As I wave to her a sweet hello.
I stop and stare in her endless eyes,
And say thank you for my wonderful life.
Fate stared back at me
With a welcome to the end,
And I saw in her eyes
My young beautiful friend.
She had walked a road which I had once known—
The road I reminisce to with miles left to go.
I imagined her hand in mine as we took a long walk
The past echoed in harmony though we dared not talk
Then fate whispered to me that it was finally time to go,
So I took my lover to be, and we walked the final road—
A finite infinity of love we had once known.
Her hand back in mine—love was finally home.