We became we when stars fell into place
before we was a twinkle in our eyes.
You bared your soul at mine in uppercase
and now by we my me is mesmerised.
If my me and your you turn into we
an alchemy of souls will have transpired;
for the we that we are now could not be
unless our you-and-I-ness had expired.
And so to every lover on the earth:
the time to quell our egos has arrived;
for in this way we consecrate rebirth
and only purest love can then survive.
Without the we that we have now become
I would be like a flower with no sun.
© 2011, Alan Morrison