Distance is French for…

Once upon a time, there was you and me.

We knew not how to act, but were happy-

And sad in equal measure, for you see,

Far away was where our love had to be.

Distance is the bind that separates;

And you are the other half of my heart-

I know we’re lonely and tired of these waits,

But love when it is real is never apart.

Once upon a now, there is you and me.

We know not how to be, but still we are;

We may only be able to blow kisses;

But this wind carries us through all distances.


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