It seems, somehow,
I have found it,
You know me not,
Nor I, you.
Yet, it feels somehow,
My soulmate, I have found.
The season, the night, silent,
The lips' secrets, silenced.
Silence now whispers a tale,
The season, the night, silent,
The lips' secrets, silenced.
Silence now whispers a tale,
Sight has become the heart's tongue.
You know me not,
Nor I, you.
Yet, it feels somehow,
My soulmate, I have found.
At love's turning, we met,
Leaving all else behind, we met,
Bearing the caravan of beating hearts.
At love's turning, we met,
Leaving all else behind, we met,
Bearing the caravan of beating hearts,
We walk, both, today, where?
You know me not,
Nor I, you.
Yet, it feels somehow,
My soulmate, I have found.
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