Cynosure

It looks like my fingers have a weird fetish to doodle anything and everything about you, starting from your name and ending it with my last one.

Or should it go the other way round?

Does it really matter?

When we are lines waiting to be joined,

Perhaps to defy the laws of universe,

And at last to get consumed

Together,

Into its fiery pits?

We are us.

And.

Us is we.

Our names don't concern me,

As long as we remain united.

You are my Cynosure.

Until the end of time.

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