by M. J. Schlagle

Created on: April 28, 2008

Your way, my way,
back roads, the highway
which one shall we travel down?

Your dreams, my dreams,
fantasies, realities
blending in a singular sound.

Your eyes, my eyes,
visualize the evening skies,
watching stars blinking bright.

Your heart, my heart
full of love, from the start
walking side by side through the night.

Your hands, my hands
sculptors wheels, writers feel
two unique ways of expression.

My way, your way
live tomorrow, live today
Entwined in a singular direction.

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