There’s a truth I need to share…
The kind of truth that lingers in the air.
Finding the one with whom you’ll grow,
A bond that time cannot undo.
It’s not the stuff of fleeting glance…
But this type of love… is your life’s dance.
It’s not a choice that you make with ease,
But something deep as the whispering trees.
And you will say to me:
I feel like I’ve found the right one…
The choice feels clear,
the battle won.
You think you’ve made the right choice,
But here’s where love begins to play.
It’s not about what you decide today,
For love is the one that finds you…
in its own voice.
But love can play a trick,
It makes you think you’re in control… quick.
I must repeat: love finds you,
don’t you see?
It’s not a map, but a mystery.
Some say fate holds the pen,
so kind…
It’s not just fate, nor stars aligned,
Though destiny might have its say.
It’s in the way that hearts convey
That love is a force you can’t outshine.
Others would say it’s the woman’s mind.
Smarter, wily, with a knowing grace…
Your chances?
Slim, in this love race.
Still, if you’ve got to believe you chose…
You’ve chosen well.
And you will ask:
How can you say that?
What makes it true?
Well, ask your heart…
as she walks in,
Is she beautiful… inside and out?
Is her soul crafted perfectly for yours…
As if she were designed?
For in her presence, you shall find no doubt.
And that’s the truth I’ll share with you.