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I fight with him, eve or morn,
We argue and pull, dusk or dawn.

What I need is always important for him,
Its always bright when I say it’s dim!

When he wants a pizza, I ask for a cake,
His preference is tea, when I want a shake.

We keep warring, we keep differing,
But without each other, life would be a suffering.

He is there when my tears are to be wiped,
I am there when his mood is spiked.

We might be opposites in every thing and way,
Yet we are together when turbulent nights need hope’s ray!

Our love is in our disputing words,
Those threatening glares and brandishing swords.

So don’t you think, I’ll leave him alone, to harm him,
We are like conjoined-twins, however far we seem!

S.F.R.