Connected

In Mind Conceived Our Thoughts Untainted
Our Bodies Different Yet Minds Connected
Fate Decided Our Paths be Intertwined
Where we stood Defenceless, Alone and Naked

Sawth Pass me You Did
As though A Glass I Am
From That Distant Place Afar
Seeth Me for Who I Am

Sonnet #18

William Shakespeare - Sonnet #18

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Lone Lantern in the Dark