Two different people. Two different lives.
Yet near twilight hour both tend to strive.

‘You are the sun’ I whisper when he looks
at me. His eyes probed deep into my soul.
‘And you are the moon’ he whispers back.
Even though we are worlds apart you are
my life, my love, and undaunted heart.



Photo credits: The Florence Academy Of Art

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