I’ll be the stars, you be the crescent,
Let’s be the night sky’s antidepressant.
You be the pine, I the Mahogany,
Together we’ll compose a melodious symphony.
You be the rhododendrons, I’ll be the astilbe,
Growing every day with each other, vibrant to see.
You be the wheel and I’ll be the kiln,
We can turn clay to pots though we aren’t akin!
You be the rains, I’ll be the soil,
A petrichor that overpowers fragrant oils.
You be the chants, I’ll be the drum beats.
Together we’ll watch fears accepting defeat.
Lets be two little pandas sharing the same bamboo end,
Hey dearheart, would you like to be my friend?