His world versus Mine
His world is a rose garden, I nurture and grow
A place where emotions bloom, and feelings show
His heart is a river, flowing free
Stillness as a lake, and heals all aches
But my world...
my world is a maze, I even get lost in the haze
A language I Can't speak, a code hog-tied to crack
my thoughts are like a storm, I keep searching for calm
my walks like thunder, I keep searching for an acupuncture
But when the both worlds collide, there's a common ground
In the quiet, we hear each other's sound
We take a course navigating in the maze and the storm
And locate love that blooms, in a shared form
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