I
Perhaps the universe weaves a tapestry of souls,
With threads of wrong turns, and hearts that lose their goals,
But in the intricate design, a lesson's revealed,
To cherish the right love, when our hearts are healed.
II
Maybe the wrong paths lead us to the right place,
Where gratitude blooms, and love finds its space,
And when the true heart arrives, we'll know its worth,
And treasure the gift, of love's precious birth.
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