The first encounter

Painting a picture of yours

I remember the first time we met

It was like budding of flowers

Birds settling down in their nest

First rain drops on earth

It was like a complete picture

You and me; me and you that’s

The way it was meant to be

a shear luck to

have each other together

Every word starts with you

And ends with you

Me and you; you and me

That’s the way

It was meant to be

Time it was for new beginnings

And new endings

Still it is

as we go through more

and more in life

You and me; me and you

That’s the way it is meant to be.