By moon's soft glow and trembling hand,
his heart recalls where love began
the first hello, the daring kiss,
a spark reborn from emptiness.
Lonely soul, yet brave and true,
he called for love the stars all knew.
They watched his tears in silver streams,
they whispered hope through fragile dreams.
Owls in twilight, wings of light,
hummingbirds in sacred flight,
dragonflies through fate's thin veil
all carried signs upon their trail.
Even Hogwarts whispered low,
in charms and books and candle's glow:
"She is the one your heart foresees,
through time, through storms, through prophecies."
Her flaws met his, like lock and key,
her kiss unchained his memory.
Her touch — a spell, soft, sure, divine,
that slowed his pulse and bent all time.
A year apart, yet never gone,
the universe still sang their song.
Through angel numbers, fate would speak:
Be patient, child. The bond is deep.
He faltered once, his faith grew dim,
but destiny still worked through him.
It gathered tears, it forged the flame,
and whispered gently, "Trust the name."
When March returned, so did the light,
two souls rejoined by cosmic rite.
The signs grew bold, the stars agreed,
their paths entwined — as fate decreed.
So let this spell through heavens ring:
Trust in love and all it brings.
For what is yours shall always be
by heart, by time, by destiny.
If it's meant to be... it's meant to be.
