The weary hours flowed like a stream of gray,
Before blind Chance had led our paths to cross;
I knew not, in the dimness of that day,
How much my slumbering soul had known of loss.
Then sudden through the mist, a vision bright,
Your eyes met mine and struck a spark divine.
A flash of lightning pierced the heavy night,
And claimed this wandering heart simply as thine.
Time held its breath and paused its restless flight,
Caught in the snare of your enchanting smile;
I felt that Destiny, with sovereign might,
Had guided me to you through every mile.
From that brief spark, a deathless flame arose,
Transforming strangers into spirits one;
A fated bond that only Heaven knows,
Under the aspect of a golden sun.


