Never will we be the same,
but together we will make one-game.
You’ll be you and
I’ll be me,
beauty being the difference again;
one that will make us ride
a wave of emotions and joys of life.
You be the sweet sensitive one,
and I’ll play the bastard, a cold hearted one.
Nothing to lose but everything to gain,
in this staying close and going far again;
the effort to keep us together over the long
only will keep us strong.
I won’t need you and you won’t long me,
but together we will stay strong,
and never call a name to this game.

awesome lines perhaps inspired romanticism movement of wordsworth & colerige. I would rather like the title having the word "game"...
ReplyDeleteit is gr8 experience to read this poem