Whispers of Destiny: A Plea to My Soul Mate

Dear soul mate, in the shadows you hide,

A connection unseen, a love undenied.

In the vast expanse, where hearts unfold,

Dear soul mate, please come, before mine grows cold.

Through the tapestry of time, our threads entwine,

Two spirits dancing, a union divine.

In the silent echoes, where love is foretold,

Dear soul mate, please come, before mine grows cold.

Whispers of destiny, a melody so sweet,

Our souls' symphony, an encounter to greet.

In the quiet spaces, where dreams are bold,

Dear soul mate, please come, before mine grows cold.

In the canvas of the night, stars conspire,

To guide you to me, set our hearts on fire.

In the dance of fate, a story to be told,

Dear soul mate, please come, before mine grows cold.

Through the seasons of longing, I patiently wait,

For the serendipitous moment, our destinies create.

In the tender twilight, where love takes hold,

Dear soul mate, please come, before mine grows cold.

A puzzle incomplete, until you arrive,

To mend the fragments, make us alive.

In the silent yearning, our love is enrolled,

Dear soul mate, please come, before mine grows cold.

So in the quiet spaces, where yearning resides,

May our souls unite, like ocean and tides.

In the book of love, a story unfolds,

Dear soul mate, please come, before mine grows cold.