If I were a tree,
and you were a gentle breeze,
would your soft kisses
reach my leaves?
If I were a rock
and you were the sea,
wold your waters
lap upon my edge?
Can I as a woman,
and you as a man,
entwine
in the deathly dance of love?
Or am I, needing,
and you, wanting,
fated to spin
our lives apart?

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