She was the sun,
He was the sky
She was the answer
He was the why
She was the poem
He was the pen
She was the party
He was the when
He was the instrument of her fine music.
She was the maker of his ideas.
Paint without canvas
Rhythm without soul
Only together could Life become whole.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
She was the sun,
He was the sky
She was the answer
He was the why
She was the poem
He was the pen
She was the party
He was the when
He was the instrument of her fine music.
She was the maker of his ideas.
Paint without canvas
Rhythm without soul
Only together could Life become whole.
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