You look into my eyes
I crave for your touch
You hold my hand
I feel your warmth
You kiss my lips
I know this is it

Our lips are meant
to kiss each other
Our hands are meant
to hold on to each other
Our eyes are meant
to get lost into each other

A celestial union
was bound to happen
as we eternally float
in this labyrinth of spacetime
failing to understand
the notion of distance or time

You are me
and I am you
~ we are cosmic souls

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Your nomadic soul
Tastes like my soul
You carry part of me
Wherever you go
The traces you pick
The marks you leave behind
You have a part of my nomadic soul

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