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You and Me


It was a sunny day when I first saw you.


A day when the chill crept into my bones.


But when the sun shone, you glittered like a diamond.


I was already torn—by wind, by land.


Something I would always reach for, but never attain.




Even in my roar, I could hear you—


singing like a warm hug on a chilly day.


Even though it was the fate you feared,


You were always meant to be mine 




Maybe I never knew my own might—


as you  watched me , I soak up the sun.


You were gentle, shining beneath it.




And then the day came—


when your laughter turned into my roar.


Fear kept us apart,


but you came a long way just to be mine.




Where destiny cannot tear us apart—


I am you, and you are me,


said the ocean to the stream.




When the ocean roared in ecstasy,


and the stream danced in its charm,


two souls sang the ballad of their lives.


I saw you grow and fade.




When you lit up the night,


you never knew it was my love.


I saw you, and the sky turned crimson red.


Was it longing, or love, that painted it so?




I felt my wait was over


when I saw you at the horizon—


my heart burning as red as fire.


I saw you rise, and me drifting apart.




Maybe destiny can keep us apart,


but I will be the light of your life,


said the Sun to the Moon.

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