Of the billions of objects
Why did she pick me?
This orb, bruised and silent
A solitary body in the galaxy
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Before we met, she knew me
Curious with this mystery
Patient, waiting for the bloom
Every day another page to the story
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She reaches for my hand
A schoolboy, queasy
The energy surges
It’s that pure and easy
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Her heart tunneled deep toward mine
Guided to me, a lonely atoll
I couldn’t wiggle free, I didn’t try
Wrapping herself around my soul
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The moon introduces our show
Two sparklers, painting the night
Beaming, like summer fireflies
Still dancing as the stars become twilight
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Ocean currents meeting at the horizon
Golden hues, blending in the sunset
Her calling, sweet words in the breeze
She gets me, now a duet
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