What is it

To meet a friend

Someone new

For the first time

What happens

When you sense

It’s meant to be

You were meant

To meet this person

One day or the other

When hearts connect

Souls align in the sharing

The conversation effortless

The rhythm uninterrupted

Flowing steady and smooth

No abrupt silences

No awkward feeling

It’s as if time is immaterial

As it takes a backseat

Letting you savour the moments

Some souls were always connected

They simply need to meet

And sense the heart felt vibe.

Savvy