The beginning of a soul connection between two 
people that were destined to meet. The poem talks 
about the recognition of one soul to another 

We had never met. 
We had never crossed paths. 
Yet I felt a stirring in my soul when I laid eyes on you.

It was a photo. A moment that you had clicked.  
It happened in a moment of tick. 
I saw you on a site and realised I had become drunk on you.
My soul felt love sick. 

Your worldful eyes. Your soulful glare.
Your poise as if you can sense it too.
Its as if it is me that you too are waiting for.

Why do I feel this passion. 
Why do I feel this drive. 

Why do I feel that this is not yet 
another fashion. 
This is a event of its kind.

I know lust and I know its must. 
I know it is all consuming , I know of its first.

This is different . This is sublime. 
This is a spirit pull and I know my soul has its mull. 

I feel infatuated. I feel powerfully tried.
I haven't felt so much in so long and time.

This has to be the one. 
You have to be mine. 
I have never felt so lost yet so in mind. 

I have asked my angels for you . 
I have prayed and sighed. 
I have asked for a sign and repeated mine.

I have waited tortuously and waited to no find. Its been a awfully long time and only I know how not always fine.  

I know you feel it too. You feel the connection . You feel the concoction.
You feel my vibe. You feel I am of your kind. 

You too know lust and You know its must. 
You know it is all consuming , You know of its first.

This is different . This is sublime. 
This is a spirit pull and You know your soul has its own mind. 

Destiny. Kismet. Fate.
They can be late. 
They can be so very late.

But this feels right. 
It really does feel right .