When two lovers meet in the wrong place, 
They call it fate, a twist of cosmic design; 
A serendipitous encounter in the chaos of life, 
Where sparks ignite in the unlikeliest of settings.

When love had no end, 
They feel it’s fate whispering sweet promises, 
A timeless embrace that defies the ticking clock; 
When time moves slowly for them to cuddle, 
They say fate made their destiny come together— 

Each stolen moment a treasure, 
Each glance exchanged a silent vow; 
But when shadows creep and doubts arise, 
The same fate that once felt like magic can turn to chains.

When you suffer for justice, 
I call it fate—a heavy burden carried with pride; 
When you die a hero, 
I call it a faithful destiny, a sacrifice etched in memory.

When you feel like the world is against your every move, 
I call it fate that is against your destiny—  
A cruel twist that tests your spirit and resolve, 
Yet within that struggle lies the heart of true strength.

Yet those two lovers broke up and tell me, 
It was fated to be—an easy way to mask the pain; 
What a lie he told himself, wrapped in delusion, 
That fate was like love, warm yet fleeting.

What an illusion he shows himself—
  
That fate was destiny, a clear path laid before him; 
But destiny is not always kind nor straightforward—  
It winds and bends through valleys of heartache and joy.

Yet I changed my fate with fierce determination, 
And straightened my destiny with every step I took;  
No longer will I be swayed by illusions or despair—  
For my journey is mine to shape and define. 

In the quiet moments of reflection, I find clarity—  
That love is not merely an accident of chance;  
It’s a choice made in the depths of vulnerability—  
A commitment to rise above the chaos surrounding us.  

So when I say mine was destined to be a real fate, 
I mean it’s carved from resilience and hope’s embrace;  
It’s built on dreams pursued with unwavering courage—  
A tapestry woven from threads of experience and truth.  

And though the road may twist and turn unpredictably,  
I will walk it boldly, unafraid of what lies ahead;  
For in each heartbeat echoes the promise of tomorrow—  
That my fate is not just written but actively created.  

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-gifttaylor