How could it be?
Already knowing each other in such a way
That just moments after meeting
We couldn't keep minds...bodies...souls
From touching each other.
No "mere" coincidence...
The heart knows this meeting was meant to be...
That somehow it was in the stars
Guided by some unseen hand
That we...in this lifetime...can only marvel about
But never truly understand.
Rhonda Powell(Copyright 1995)