This is what it was meant to be, this is Love
This is what was meant to be, this is love
They sat there, eyes fixated on one another
the glasses clinking and dishes clanking did not faze them one bit
the others in the room never seemed to exist
the world at that moment stood still
and all there was left was the two of them
the young hearts beated
their minds raced
who in the world mattered at a time like this
the time when it all comes together
when every moment led them to where they sat
in the small cafe that overlooked the harbour
every step they took led them to this table that connected them both
the people on the streets outside were placed there
just like those two, they were meant to be there
maybe it won't work, maybe in months or years to come they will leave eachother
and find that they were meant for another
but now, this moment, it is perfect, it is what is meant to be
not a doubt in the air that surrounds them
they hold on to every word the other has to say
and tastes it with such delight
as if every word that came from one anothers mouth was the first word they ever heard
as if every movement made was as beautiful and elegant as the first
with every time their eyes met their heart's pace quickened
this is what it was all meant to be, this is love.