The initial hello of two strangers.
Followed by thoughts of something above.
Logic swallowed, and emotion's danger.
Results in what could be love.
The first is shock of finding
But then turmoil seems unending.
It's like a tree who needs wind,
For it's roots to be strengthened.
Thus, closer we grow.
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