How can you be so perfect? To find someone made by the same cut Made of the same dust You could call us lucky But what does luck know of love? What does luck know of anything?
It doesnβt know how you smile And how I melt It knows nothing of your sighs When I scratch your back, The light in your eyes When I make you laugh, And how we fit together?
Thatβs only for us Because we do.
It is ours to keep secret It is ours to have It is ours to proclaim to the nothingness And everywhere if we choose Because it belongs to us
Because we are of the same
Because you are mine And I am yours As we have always been It cannot exist with anyone else This is it This is love This is perfect We are found