Beloved...
You aren't like me nor me like you
We are poles apart, me the secluded cold South and you the glowing, growing North
Yet we are tied, with a bond that surpasses us both
For that bond is all that is right and all that's wrong
We need to be together, yet always so far
I want to grow old with you still..
I want to see what its like to be at the North, steady, planned and motivated always
May be you ll too see the beauty in beaming like the South, being drunk, making up fairytales, walking amongst clouds
I pray we see what its like.. To be poles apart
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