An ode to (not) a stranger

Your words know the canvas of my thoughts and meander amongst them
Your voice knows my tremors and fears and clings to them till they subside
Your pauses synchronise themselves to my breathing and rise and fall together
Your gaze holds the roadmap to my soul and travels on it often
I am so completely known to you that I confuse your senses with mine
My love, you could never be a stranger to me
Simply because our paths merged, long before we walked on them together.

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