Red String of Fate

In the world of the red string of fate,

Threads tie us to our destined mate.

Visible to all, this magical cord,

Leads us to the one we adore.

Excitement fills her heart and mind,

As she seeks the one she's destined to find.

More than anyone else, she longs to see,

The one who holds her destiny.

When they meet, the threads disappear,

And they know that their love is sincere.

But her thread, alas, was broken and frayed,

A sign that perhaps her fate was delayed.

As the threads faded from view,

She felt alone, without a clue.

But fate had something else in store,

A love that was destined even more.

A guy she met, whose thread was torn,

A love that was tattered, but not forlorn.

"Go to your lover don't share my pain" said he,

"Don't have one! My thread is broken" said she,

Together they realized, they were meant to be,

Destined for each other, without a thread to see,

They got to know that it's not mandatory to share thread,

But the thread in heart stays which is mightier and red.

As they embraced and shared a kiss,

Their broken threads dissipated in bliss.

No longer bound by the strings of fate,

Their love was strong, it was their fate.