Your World Or Mine?

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The world in which you live is not my world,
Close as we intermingle when we meet.
However much I try to understand,
The gap between us still is bitter-sweet.

It holds its mysteries which I cannot breach,
Try as I always do to understand.
Your loves, your passions, seem to me as strange
As some unfathomed febrile wonderland.

But when I hold you in my midnight thoughts,
When dreams replace that cold reality,
It is as though we are completely one,
How trivial, how petty, our disparity.