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We’re symbiotic

Here and now, that’s where we stand and are prepared for the conquest
Our stance is affirmed on a solid rock
We leave no traces, there are no clues for stalkers
Our mystery has that surprise instinct
Just like a bee sting, it has that uncommon sensation
It is about us, only their nostrils will be blessed to smell the fragrance of our love

Right and left, there are life’s tit-bits for us to scribe
Life left us not, we live right in it
Right before us, we have our path laid
Left with us alone we would run to catch up with the future
But the right thing is, we have to thread gracefully until we arrive and settle in the destined abode
Interestingly, I’m left, you’re right and that’s what makes life completely interesting

We complement each other
Our life is a Venn diagram
We have a universal purpose to garner all our set efforts for the journey ahead
I have my fears, you have yours too
But our goal is to grow in the graceful stature
And favour must precede us daily, for this we pray
Before God and man, we shall experience it

We don’t want to be the talk of the town
We shall be the recommended couple for faculty studies on the subject
We shall become global citizens in our own special way
Our relevance shall not be overlooked when history is recounted
We won’t blow our trumpets, we shall conduct a classical orchestra
We shall be still, our days shall be blessed with an assurance that Grace is sufficient for us
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