I found you

I found you in early November

The wind was cold and the leaves were dead

For a brief moment, so was I

Drowning in a sea of lament

Washed in the waters of sorrow

Finding you was like breathe of fresh air

I did not know what would happen

I did not know what was to come

But I choose to believe in fate

In destiny, serendipity, the divine will of the Gods

I choose to believe in that and that alone

Because whatever it was

Led me to you

-Ghostwife