You and me are worlds apart,
So different I don’t want to start.
But here we are you and me, on either side of a page,
I write you read, and life becomes a stage.
We make up stories we make up plays,
to smile and dream together we find new ways.
You the pretty princess, me the charming prince,
Other times, an angry kid, who I need to convince.
The stage is full of people, places and days,
All of these are between us, in their own selfish ways.
The story of you and me is still not done,
And when its all said and read, we would have won.
Behind all your walls, and over all my fears,
We will be together, you just wait my dear.