Meant to be
He said, "I wish i'd met you later",
I looked up in confusion, not knowing what that meant.
He smiled at me, love in his eyes, inter twining my fingers with his
I asked "why?", scared of the answer;
Wondering whether he felt a twinge of regret or was it something deeper.
All he said was "then I wouldn't have wasted time second guessing us meeting,
Wouldn't have felt the fear, though fleeting"
His past pains and hurt were so great,
Trusting me was like all was at stake.
I caressed his cheeks, and smiled back at him,
That moment I knew, I was meant to be with him.