Inevitable

It is way past late to turn round,
It is inconceivable now to walk away,
We are powerless, dear, to do aught besides:
Letting love reign and have its way.

We cannot stop what should be / must be real,
We cannot hinder what is unquestionably right,
We can only confirm what we already know:
By permitting our hearts to be buttressed by sight.

Those all round will try unkindly to bar our way,
Forces fierce shall make rocky and unpleasant our path,
But fear not, my little one, for we are led and protected,
By the obstinacy of Fate’s unyielding wrath.

And soon shall be the almighty day, when:
We roar through this life side by side;
For no authority here on Earth can prevent
Two stars which Heaven set to collide.