You and me. Me and you. Two of a kind, so the say.
We met many years ago, but it feels like yesterday.
Minute instances of love-induced grandeur.
Hour-long, high-pitched cacophony battles over liqueur.
Love shared over dirty diapers and thoughts of getting away.
Our tired eyes yearn for the brightness of lost youth.
Clocks betray eternity to us.
You smile, a wink, a nod, you and me. Me and you.
A conqueror no army resists.
Two hearts bound by time and space.
Euphemisms do not apply for you and me.
My eyes see only your heart.
You and me. Me and you.