Mysterious Obsession

I know you like the palm of my hand.
I can read your eyes; I can spell your smile.
Call it a mysterious obsession,
a simple lack of possession...

but it surpasses the boundaries of your imagination.
It’s the encounter of two souls in a universe of time...
With unlimited equations and solutions,
a pattern of diverging distributions...

That can only equate when two becomes one.
But as much as I add, in our case its none.

Destiny has chosen to tell this tale in its own way.
But believe it or not, me and you will equate someday.