Us

If you’ll be you,

Then I’ll be me,

And we could be,

The us that will never be.

  

If we paint daffodils red like roses,

Will that be enough,

To pretend?

The us that I wish would be.

  

If music be the food of love,

I would play my flute,

‘till the breath escapes my soul

Would you listen to us?

  

I can wax poetic,

If that’s your taste.

Do you see?

The us, will we ever be?

  

You’re you,

And I’m me,

Could we ever be?

The us that will ever be.

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