It's all a series of serendipities
with no beginnings and no ends.
Such infinitesimal possibilities
Through which love transcends.

It tales two to Tao.

Those who seek eternity find a mind of infinity

If I knew then what I know now
I guess it'd make no difference;
Fate's sure in the way somehow.
What's important is the essence.
Although we still have free will
We also have a whole lot to deal.

Love without restraint makes one saint and the other faint; the sweetest face and the tenderest embrace bring the sun to every place in such grace.

Like the moon shining bright
Up high with all its grace,
I can only show you at night
And hide half of my face.