In a bustling bar, fate played its game,

Where I met a cowboy, with a heart aflame.

His smile shone bright, kind and true,

And in that moment, my heart knew.

We laughed, we talked, our spirits soared high,

As if the world conspired to bring us nigh.

But alas, destiny had a different plan,

For he belonged to another woman's hand.

Yet, something about him stayed in my mind,

A playful spark, impossible to bind.

He danced with rebellion, broke the rules,

On the contract that bound him, creating whirls.

A fridge adorned with promises they made,

But his heart yearned for a different trade.

Though with her he stayed, his eyes wandered free,

For deep inside, he knew it should be me.

So I held onto hope, like a shooting star,

Dreaming of a future where we'd be, not far.

Patiently waiting, as time slowly passed,

Praying that our destinies would align at last.

For fate is a trickster, a game it plays,

But sometimes it bends, in mysterious ways.

It whispers secrets, untold and unseen,

Unraveling the tapestry of what might have been.

So let the cosmos dance, let stars align,

As I cherish memories, both yours and mine.

For in this playful poem, love's tale is told,

A timeless reminder of hearts ever-bold.

And who knows, my dear, what lies ahead,

In the realm where dreams and fantasies tread.

But until that day arrives, I'll hold onto faith,

That love will prevail, despite time's wraith.

So let the cowboy wander, for now with his love,

But may destiny guide him, the stars high above.

And in the end, when all is said and done,

May it be me, the chosen one.