We gyrated, like spinning tops on fire;
Give me your heart, you said breathlessly
But I think that love's a lie, replied I.
Ok it's not love; maybe lust, amped up,
But I think I might die, if you don't say why-
I think we are out of luck, said I.
I'm not here, and this isn't real;
We're floating in the sky-
It's a dream shared, mused I.
Then I saw you were me, and I found
I was you; and it was all true-
We were there- flying high
So I bought you the moons
At the galaxies end,
And we parted at dawn, with a longing sigh.
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