Already several times this week,
A woman’s been my joy to see,
And, though we haven’t stopped to speak,
I nod to her and she to me.

She must be doing something right;
I see her coming from afar.
She radiates such beams of light
As if she were a shining star.

Perhaps she recognises, too,
The light I’m sending out to her.
It seems unlikely to be true;
Much stranger things, though, do occur.

The chances are we’ll never know.
We might just be our soulmates, though.

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