Not Quite the Same
You are the tea leaves I am the teapot
I the tiny snowflake and you the snow.
You the key, I the gate to Camelot
a Lancelot and Guinevere combo.
I am a fantasy you are a dream
you a blazing sun I a molten match.
I’m a firefly and you are a sunbeam
to your itch, I'm a satisfying scratch.
I’m the universe and you’re the big bang
to my shooting star you're a starlit night.
You are Notre-Dame, I the bells it rang
you're a full coarse meal, I’m the appetite.
You are a melody; I am a song
not quite the same, that's why we get along.
(Sonnet)
02/25/2020
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