Your mind is like the wind, mine like the star
of constant north, you blow from east to west
while I am ever distant, never far.
This is the union that displays the best
of what we do not seek but somehow are.
Our families are passing like the days,
We love them even more once passed away.
This does not calm the passion or the will
to seek a cure for all that leads astray
our heart's desire to be content and still.
Why is it that our hearts must struggle so?
Why do we toss and turn, why to and fro
when paradise is just mere words away?
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