Was it true love—or mere propinquity,

A nexus met with hearts in passion primed

Or Heaven’s hand that marked our destiny

Two souls converging, perfectly aligned?

If this be so, had paths not crossed that day

Would we then wander, each alone—forever,

Our courses parallel, yet staid at bay,

Connubial bliss unfound, fond hope dissevered?

Dear hearts all seek out love and so do find

Within their fancied quest—a vision clear,

Belovèd truth in which all stars align—

A singular where life and love cohere.

Although through eyes we see the only one…

Such truths subtend the angle of the sun.