If I were a palette,
He would be a painter.
If I were a ballad,
He would be a writer.
If I were a number,
He would be a mathematician.
If I were hunger,
He would be malnutrition.
If I were a flower,
He would be a florist.
If I were a guitar,
He would be a guitarist.
If I were a book,
He would be an author.
If I were a brook,
He would be water.
We are destined,
For one another.
Never ever detested,
Each other.
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