It’s divine, how our souls meet It is the confluence of worlds, the most vividly dreams. It’s heavenly, how our smile screams. Not for a moment, not for a second, we wish to be away. A lifetime is just a day, and that’s not all. It’s powerful, how timeless our love stays. Let the scars heal, let me feel, your love, unbound by frets, let us live with no regrets. It’s lovely, how our emotions unveil. Because time is the cure, with your madness so pure, chaos now has a beauty, and time as a Creator, has done its duty. It’s beautiful, how our lives endure.
Seasons turn, yet their rhythm never falters. The rains arrive when they must, the sun blazes in its time, and winter winds whisper their quiet chill. So too with this blog—its name carries a deliberate flaw, a gentle reminder that mistakes are part of us, often unnoticed, sometimes beautiful. Let this one be the sweetest slip of all: where Ameet becomes a myth, and myths find their faith. That's "Ameethyst"—born of imperfection, yet gleaming all the more for it.