They call it fate, destiny sometimes

Another stranger

Another voice

Another story

A doubter I was

Holding back is easy

You speak to me of words

Heartfelt, deep, and divine

I was moved

You made me believe

You speak. I listen.

You ask. I respond.

Your voice is a heavenly recall

Your breathing is good to my soul

Your crying is its poison

And your laughter is the antidote

You've touched me from over the mountains

Every mile is an embrace

We made distance our haven

I considered you mine

You will never ever cry in the rain

No more waiting.

No false hopes.

No more tears. No more pain.

I never thought that heaven can be this close.

If only I can bring you closer…

My bliss…

(To whom I dedicate this poem: you don't need to thank me. I thank you for coming into my life. I know I don't own you, but I consider you mine from the moment you made me believe that heaven is as close as the phone in my hand.)