Like clouds, we formed, beautifully set to rain love down,
Like whispers, our winds sometimes befog, yet our love remains,
When it feels like it, our waters don't reverse,
Our bond stays strong.
Like inmates, we performed in the cold,
Our love a flame,
Told as we swing this love,
Carried as a womb.
Like heels, we walk and talk to give birth to love.
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