As I sat near my window,
Sipping a cup of hot coffee,
A random thought slipped my mind.
How irreplacable is our presence in each others' lives,
As if the sole reason for our existence,
Is to love and hold each other.
Is it just coincidence that our hands fit each other,
Our entangled sweaty fingers in such desirable harmony.
Is it just coincidence that when we hug each other,
My head fits in the crook of your neck
And your arms wrap perfectly around my body.
Is it just coincidence that my hands perfectly cup your face
As if this is the reason why God made me hands.
Maybe this how He wanted all of us to be,
To hold each other, to support each other
To build each other and moreover,
To support each other.
Then why is there so much turmoil in this world,
So much violence and uncertainity
Why dont we just appreciate this marvel
And exist in perfect harmony.