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P.S. From Paris

People like us end up together
We both know it's true
Every moment lasts forever
But never long enough
A friendship turns to passion
Laughter leads to lust.

In every movie, every book
When you find the one you trust
It bears to take a second look
If you can start to dream together
And your feelings synchronize.

When you feel the void, the dark, the pain
But whispered dreams can mesmerize
They use words like meant to be,
For people like us, who are
Always finding our way back
To the one who feels like home
Together is the only time we don't feel alone.

We are the people who successfully
Mix respect and safety
With creativity and play
We are the ones they write about
We overcome all odds
We are the inspiration
With our hearts and eyes wide open. 

How comforting to discover deep relief
When we connect it's healing
Just breathing next to you
Feels more real than anything
This joy is spiritual.

What a surprise to find
We can talk about it all
No judgement, lies or fears
Our story is written in the stars,
Both longing for each other
And then we meet - No, we collide...

But then again
Destiny can be cruel
It can push love aside
It can pull and even tear us apart
Regardless of the love that comes from the heart.

What horrible fate would lead us here
When we aren't free?
What evil plan brings us together
When the timing isn't right?
This doesn't feel complete
We aren't finished here
Will we ever be?

*inspired by the novel P.S. From Paris

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