we are a bouquet of contradictions,
held together by two hands..
we all need,, and want,, and feel,,
tho’ we may hail from far away lands…

you are there,, and i am here,,
each of us,, in our own little shells…
basking in our own triumphs..
enduring our own personal hells..

yet, all the time i have spent staring,,
into your world,, from mine,,
has made me feel whole again
i have found my own way to shine…

we are a bouquet of contradictions,,
yes, i know that it is true..
because it is so much better being me,,
now that i have found myself, in you..