She is a rose in the concrete; Floating along the cosmic silk; Thoughts of her bellows my wheep; Her touch is of honey and milk; My love for her, filled from head to feet.

He's a depiction of heroism, but only a better half of me; His vision of conquering terrorism, is not made of steam; We are the same line of blood, but different we seem; My eternal brethren for life, like tales and dreams.