They Are The World Poem by Cece Dev

He was from the city
with buildings that touched the sky
She was from the land
the drillers never gave back.
They met on a balmy evening under outcast stars
together they walk, hand in hand
unaware of the earth on which they stand
with their heads in the clouds
they see past his buildings.
To the world he is just a guy
but to her he is the world.
To the world she is just a girl
but to him she is the world.