We see the same world and our thoughts  

   go different ways  We walk in different tracks,

 held together  by our hands and hearts. 

 I love you,     you love me more,

  yet we must hold hands to talk. 

  The single shiver that runs across our two skins   

  when we touch  reminds us of our patience 

(wait,     let me try to say it again)  

and the little we are able to turn into words   

  strays off, in search of a  sympathetic partner.  

 What a world this must be ! 

when two so in love,   

  with such assiduous patience, 

 sitting on either side     of an insurmountable barrier   

     low enough to kiss across, 

Cannot describe one world to another, 

 How can it be for those at feud,   

  raised in dislike  unable to hear 

 trying each to explain their story? 

  I love your world     whatever it is, 

 I wish you the best of luck in it. 

 And I’ll continue to try     to allow  

 A few scraps of your song     to cross into mine. 

Some one write this and i forward to all of u.