Life was meant to rhyme. We were supposed to fall into place, and everything was supposed to be fine, our stars were supposed to align, but life took a turn on the road to nowhere when our bodies were puppets of wanderlust, and we couldn\'t draw a distinction between fine lines. It\'s safe to say we agree, how we are telepathic and we can read each other\'s mind. It\'s safe to say we are the same, how we wake up and do it all over again. We put beans in the new coffee machine. We throw our two scents into the pond, and when we get along we are two candles burning together, the way it should be. We have nothing bad to say. It\'s so good it makes me smile, the symmetry of our swing. I love you more than each day I did before, even when you\'re changing. I embrace the change. I oscillate from the pivot. I am the equilibrium of your wave, and you\'re the timekeeper of my destiny. I am your body and you\'re my gravity. I move to your shadows, your moon beams, and even though we are still strangers, my love for you will never end. I look out the window and think. The sky is so blue and the clouds are so white. I feel like I\'m living in a dream. Life is too good to be true.