While Bonnie has her Clyde,
the French has the fries.
When the sun's with the moon,
there is music with its tune.
There is Tom to his Jerry,
and Mr. Bean to his Teddy.
Now, there's me and you-
What can I say about us two?
We're neither a half or a whole,
but I know that you're my goal.
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What We Are
PoetryFiguring out who you are to me and who I am to you shouldn't be that hard. --- What We Are: A Poetry Collection
