You were made with my inner symmetry in mind,
crazy how your star patterns mirror mine.
My calm waters and your gentle breeze, my Coco Lee
creating
waves of alignment,
motioning us to learn
this is how love should feel—balanced.
And though a gentle breeze,
My Coco Lee
you stand tall as a mountain—
steady,
composed,
somehow observing the world
from the highest heights,
wielding cosmic order with your might.
Elementally speaking,
our waters mix into a heavenly meeting.
I cherish our depths—my home,
a deeply spoken vow:
intentional,
forever-minded.
My mind flips when I’m wrapped in your warm embrace.
When I look at you, my faith gets louder.
Dreams feel real.
Magic feels possible.
You are the wind.
I am the ocean.
My tides calm when you breathe,
Coco Lee
Maybe that’s why being near you
feels like gravity—
proof that this isn’t a dream.
You are the wind.
I am the ocean.
My tides calm when you breathe,
Coco Lee