Mimic a heart,
painted by time.
Though worlds apart,
seems one of a kind.

So perfect.

Can't fathom impressions
coming towards it,
high speed regressions
so close it's fit.

Come closer.

Encapsulated in time,
no way back to then.
heart in hands of mine,
tell me why and when?

Still fated?

Snap shots of fluttering heart I find,
meetings excavated  from within,
in the back of my mind,
they are still strong within.

Determinatum est?

Many chances passed by,
when time wasn't right,
asking myself why?
Will it ever be in sight?

Again.