A Destined Soul

A child wonders what it is,

A present from above.

No one can define it,

For its gods gift of love.

So many souls search for it,

But only a few will be blessed with its grace.

Because it seems to be so rare,

To come across love within a strangers face.

So how would it feel to be one in a million?

To be that destined soul.

So how would it feel to be one in a billion?

And let god and fate take control.

It is said to be the closest thing we have to magic,

Yet the furthest thing from reality.

So tell me why so little believe in a gift so precious that men have died defending it?

So tell me why so many deny and rather than open their eyes will stand locked within false hope like an unruly child in a tantrum or fit?

But asking all these questions of you would simply be unfair,

For it is similar to asking how a flower blooms or why we breathe in air.

I need not ask these questions though for the answers I have found.

See I am one in a million,

I was that destined soul.

Because I'm one in a billion,

Who let god and fate take control.

Love is the closest thing we have to magic but also the furthest from reality.

So little have faith for they have lost their ways,

And many deny for broken hearts tend to stray.

I suppose now I know how it feels I guess,

To be that destined soul.