A poem for my beloved

As the threads of fate are weaved,
our destinies become sealed
My life is slowly falling into place,
We made it through and won the race

Irony is what it may be called,
Seems like everything was foretold
Feels different than it was before,
Your perfect for me, I couldn't ask for more

So please engrave it in your heart
That we can never be apart
I'd seriously wait years for you
Just so you know Veau, I truly love you. <3