The legends say that soulmates
Are bounded by a single red string
Created by the fates above.
This line of destiny meets
As palms touch, fingers interlaced,
Hands twinned together.
Scrying the stars in their eyes;
Constellations of freckles
In one another’s soul windows.
Wondering what fortunes lie in
Each other’s crystal orbs
With crossed celestial paths.
A head rests on familiar comfort,
Listens to see if two separate hearts
Beat as one single pulse,
While tracing secret messages;
Little love letters on skin
Only its receiver can decode.
Even after the first time,
With breath-taking kisses
And arms that feel like safe heavens,
No matter how far luck is stretched
Or how tangled the misfortune is
The red string remains in one piece.
