In ancient whispers carried on the wind,
A story of souls woven tight begins,
Bound by threads of fate, deep and unseen,
In shadows of past lives, where love once had been.
You and I, we danced in the pale moonlight,
Our spirits intertwined, ablaze, so bright,
In a world far removed from this present day,
Where every heartbeat echoed in perfect sway.
We traversed the epochs, the centuries vast,
Through wars, through peace, our bond held fast,
Each birth a new chapter, a different page,
Yet the same old ache of longing and age.
Born again in cultures foreign and strange,
Across oceans of time and endless change,
Still, the red thread tied us with tender care,
An unbreakable tether no distance could wear.
In this current life, our...