Him and I, we are two musings alive,
Having no resemblance, have no rhyme.
Blossoms in my grassland,
Colourful and of numerous kinds.
My likeliness for diamonds,
Extreme, beauty is yet undefined.
Him and I, gods amusing ways,
Typical and still we are praised.
We are meant together, like stars and sky,
We are the moonlights in the darkest of nights.
The sorrow we go through is worth our love,
As in the end, it brings us together.
We cry we bleed, we face the pain,
And then we begin admiring,
the togetherness we have, which isn’t a lie.
Him and I, we are a perfect tale.
One of a kind, it’s Him and I.