You and I are like stars in the sky; close, yet far apart. Like organs in a body where pumps one same heart, or veins beneath a skin supplying red to each part.
You and I are like notes in a melody, homogeneous colors in a beautiful piece of art. A verse and a lyric, a source and a spirit, tear in an eye, you are the reason why.
You and I are like birds in a flight, serene and quiet, an enchanting sight. We are pages of a book; differently typed; we are patterns of a cloth, circled and striped.
We are crests and troughs of a wave unique, seekers we are of the Great Mystique. Pleasant fragrances of flowers pink and blue, we are the two, tiny droplets of dew.