So, I stand in front
And she stands behind
Yet, my face is hers
and hers is mine
So who is really behind?
Me or her
Or Me and Her
Her legs are mine
We walk intertwined
Her works are mine
Same as mine
We've not taken much race
But so much muscles to expend when the gun gets shot
So,I imagine as she prophesies
The possibilities of what can be
I have said a lot about what we can become
I thought she would consider me nuts
But no, she considers me worth
...it all
So that is the story of she
The one I am in love with, just as much as it more than meets the eye