Yours and Mine
Your hands as soft as cotton balls
My hands colored like cheese balls
Your hair I always touch
My hair I can't detach
Your eyes I miss each day
My eyes I wash all day
Your arms I caress and miss
My arms I cannot twist
Your neck I match with golden lace
My neck I scratch and brace
Your face I draw and chase
My face I can't erase
Calling your name is my password
My name drowning in crossword
Your wish is my command
Mine is not in demand
Your choice is always praised
Mine is pleased, if not addressed
How can we reach compromise
When we're always in reprise?...
Yours and mine are possessive
Our titles not divisive
Yours and mine are just the same
If you'll only agree without shame
Yours and mine are hearts in one
Hearts beating, sweating under the sun
More things can be said and done
Until we're off or gone!
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