We Meet Again But For The Very First Time!

He was a very fine man,

Can’t say if he was really my fan..

But we had a very deep connection;

Deeper than the cravings of a real confection!

He was the one I thought I could marry,

To late, we broke up in a hurry!

We had great plans for the future;

Our hearts’ desires, yes we did nurture.

But circumstances beyond our control,

Took us both on a great stroll.

Up, up, and far away;

To a place all glittery and gay!

A place where there’s no more pain;

Only love, grace and gain.

Yes, I really look forward to seeing you there;

Still, yet a long way from now and here.

And I’m not ashamed to say,

That we would meet again;

But this time for the very first time!

Written By Ewoma

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