When you tell me
that it was meant for us to meet,
how could I tell you
that we have never been separated?

The way my hands, or eyes are mine,
and without being aware
about something else than my self,
every cell of my body,
althought distinct, is mine,
you too, were me and mine.

You have not grown in me
like a seed in the ground,
I can't even say
that from me you grew up.
You are the reflex that makes me breathe,
not the air that I inhale,
and in the ecstasy of being alive,
every atom that I expire bears your scent.

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