The Other Person
It tingles, it hurts, it flutters
It's numb, it's jumpy, it's singing
It's like flying, sinking, gliding through water
Breathe the icy air, look into the sun, walk among the trees
These are ways to explain how it feels to find that Other Person.
The Other Person that forces feelings on you when they don't even try,
that demands your attention when you have things to do,
that shows you what it means to love and be loved.
The Other Person that is the Yang to your Yin.
I'm the canopy and ur the roots...
Suspended amongst the clouds yet buried in the earth we are,
we're one with each other by our trunk, our bond holds us fast.
Neither would survive without the other, so we feel whole, needed, loved... at last.
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