It's a white dot in terrible darkness
Distant away camera there on Mars,
O Universe, thy endless infinity roars
The music of mean insignificancy crores...
Two dots in a dot, You and Me,
Yet we create the Globe for all to see.
Upon the roof of love
When there be the bird Dove,
I would hold thy hand once again
To lead You to the Muse-fountain.
And if I be the poet of fuse
Would you not be my Muse?
Two dots in a dot, Me and You,
Yet we create the Love's canvass full of hue.
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