And the million times the earth,
Around the sun danced and played,
Was so that they could hold hands,
And walk around the flame...
And unaware of this,
They doubt and fret,
And ponder to the skies,
Why at all they met...
And with the random altercations,
That are but routine,
They drift apart,
To meet again by destiny...
For when two souls so meant to be one,
It matters not what differences there are,
The heavens would join hell,
If needs be,
And the stars would dance in a jar...