The heart has been pushed,
Into a place it has never walked before,
Overgrown with feeling, longing, belonging,
Desire overtaking its' every beat,
Wishing it could meet,
The equal.
The equal in every way imaginable,
What power it has over all sense of logic,
Rules' and regulations', set methodical.
Waiting for the beat of the equal,
We await to meet.
In the hand of destiny, all well planned,
How well the undertaking of this,
I see has been well scanned.
We await the future,
Of what has already been planned.
Destiny is at hand.
