Something beautiful comes once in a lifetime,
It may be an inanimate object,
Long-lost blood,
Or the meeting of one to another,
It’s something beautiful indeed,
Marvelous even.

The beating hearts of two,
In harmony, perfect sync.
Hiding behind a screen,
Slowly but surely phasing through.
They beat more rapid,
The urge to hear one another,
The pain of being apart.

Like the sun and moon,
They are but apart,
Time, distance, or culture,
Only obstacles in the problem.
But they will overcome,
Like the sun and moon,
Eventually they will meet,
To form something beautiful,
Blinding to some,
But beautiful, none the less.