If you’re a beat, then I’m the rhythm.
If you’re the sand, then sea.
If you’re the light, then I’m the darkness.
You’ll always be beside me.
If you’re the play, then I’m the scenes.
If you’re the voice, then sound.
If you’re Casper, then I’m your boo.
Each useless if the other isn’t around.
And so the cycle of love goes on. Simple, but yet true.
The best kind of love you can have.
The one I feel with you.