You and I.

You and I,
Little specks of love,
In this behemothic universe.
You and I,
Vaguely ceaseless,
In this transient world.
You and I,
Our names etched forever.
In the inscriptions of ageless love.
You and I,
Like the rivers and the ocean,
Unlearning our identities,
And merging into one.
You and I,
Like the missing pieces of a jigsaw,
Coming together to complete the frame.
You and I,
Together forever,

Cradled in the warmth of our love.

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