Angel's wings flutter in flight
Moving through the winter's night.
One ribbon floats through the air
One end here the other end there.
Every day we live through
The angels will shorten it an inch or two.
The ribbon will grow shorter with each and every day
Until we are together, then they'll snip their little hearts away.
Then one day we'll be two feet apart
The ribbon will be gone but not the love in our heart.
As we look into each others eyes
We begin to fully realize.
That God made you especially for me
And sent down His angels... just so it would be.
Soulmates aren't hatched, they grow. You make a connection, build a relationship, and then you realize, "This is my soulmate".