It’s not a co-incidence, it’s not planned.
I feel the universe conspired for us to meet again!
It wasn’t a co-incidence neither was it planned.
We wore the same colour, how could have that happened?
The first look, the smile on our lips.
It meant that we care! Don’t we?
Your eyes spoke millions of words, though you spoke none!
I could see the pain, the love, the concern and the regret.
But never a word we spoke.
It wasn’t a co-incidence, it wasn’t even planned!
Wherever we went we went together.
Neither a word spoken nor a glance exchanged.
It must have been some divine influence.
Or the universe’s plan!