One
We are one; no more, no less; just one.
Many different life experiences; yet the same.
My voice is different, different from your voice,
but love is the root.
I cry for you; you for me.
Tears fall from my eyes, you catch them, I for you.
When you hurt, I hurt.
I feel you; I know you are here.
Hands are the same, fears also.
We are together, can't be parted, still one.
Living has begun; our chance has come.
We are one; no more, no less, just one.
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2019
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