Two hearts moving in unspoken rhythm,
steps aligned without effort,
breaths merging in the quiet between words.
Not a perfect mirror,
but a flow, a current,
pulling, guiding, never forcing.
Hands reaching at the same moment,
eyes meeting before a thought is spoken,
a dance neither learned nor planned.
It is not about sameness,
but about harmony-
a life lived side by side,
not always in unison,
but always in sync.
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