| You are the Yin and I be Yang Our story is that of poetry and art Though time it took for shoots to bloom Its season to ripen arrived and enlivened From first we met such sparks you struck Consuming my mind and flickering through For there you were my perfect match In you lay gems I longed to seek Of gold and joy you were made for me I marvel how intricate our design You voice the thoughts within my head I finish your speech in quicker time In perfect love there is no fear I am that of myself, no guile nor gild Though oft I ponder where paths shall lead With you no qualm be, only peace instilled | |
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