You either get her, or you don’t.

Conversations by Frank Solanki

I: I
Her: (sigh)

I: Me
Her: We

It Is She by The Blighters Rock

is it she
that births the tears
of joy and pain
is it she
who made the madness
crack my soul again
is it she
who drives the clouds
away from darker days
is it she
who shines like sunlight
into my waiting gaze
is it she
who makes complete
all the parts of me
do I really
need to question
it is she, it is she.