Two ships set sail in uncharted sea,
One is you, and one is me.
We could sail cross-ways this ocean wide-
Perhaps we’d meet on another tide;
Perhaps, with nowhere left to float
We’d settle down and leave our boats;
Start again in somewhere new,
You with me, and me with you.
As we set sail, as two not one,
I wonder why this must be done.
To sail longside, I can’t but think
Our prows could clash, our boats could sink.
Perhaps we’d glide without a storm,
And you with me, you’d keep me warm.
An undivided fleet of two-
You with me, and me with you.
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