Likewise, I'm sure

I blow wind in your sail, and you carry me far. You loan me an inkling, and I return a full idea. I send you a seed, and later rest in your shade. You open my shutters, and my light warms your dark. I listen for your heart, and my own begins to beat. We lift each others' eyelids, and see ourselves, reflected.

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