When two souls meet, and hearts entwine,
A spark ignites, a love divine.
But fate, in its wisdom, may decide,
To separate them, with a gentle, guiding tide.

Not as a punishment, but as a test,
To grow, to heal, to find their best.
For in the distance, a transformation begins,
A refining fire, that burns away the skin.

Like a caterpillar, that wraps itself tight,
And emerges anew, in a radiant light.
Their love, like a seed, is planted deep,
And in the silence, it begins to creep.

It's not about forgetting, but about respect,
For the journey they're on, and the soul's inspect.
A pause, a breath, a moment to redefine,
Their love, their hearts, their very soul's design.

Like a river, that flows, and winds its way,
Through mountains, valleys, and a new day.
Their love, like the river, flows, and grows,
And in its journey, it finds its repose.

For only when we've learned to be alone,
Can we love with all our soul, without a moan.
Without deficiencies, or fears that bind,
We can love with freedom, with a heart and mind.

Like a phoenix, that rises from the ash,
Their love, like the phoenix, is reborn, and rash.
It's not about holding on, but about letting go,
And trusting that their love, will forever grow.

In mature love, it's not about possession, or might,
But about waiting, trusting, and being willing to take flight.
For when the pieces finally fit, and the time is right,
Their love, like a puzzle, will shine, with all its light.

So let us not be afraid, of the distance, and the space,
For in the silence, our love, will find its perfect place.
And when we finally meet, our hearts, and souls, will align,
And our love, like a masterpiece, will be divine.