Mine is left, emotional and filled with the drive to create,
Filled with something more than the animal go to mate,
Art flows from my words and they make you love me,
Like a single cloud floating, churning, boiling sea,
Yours is right, logical and smart
short and lovely from the start,
you'll make more money than me,
but I know your love is as vast as said sea.
Together lets looks toward that horizon we made.
