He said that life was meant
To be lived in the slow
Making memories not money
And not collecting baggage to tow.
She said, nothing short
Of a rat race, life was
Milestones to attain
And no time for a pause
He saw the beauty
In the mundane things
He promised to be the
Wind beneath her wings
She raced past in
Her dogged pursuit
Deserved accolades
And gaining her repute
Comfortable in their
Own unique skin
No place for conflicts
To idyll, their life was akin.
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