The world moves in rhythmic Time.  Everything has a pulse, a tempo, a beat.  Like a heart.   Your heart.

I found mine skipping along side it with my hand in yours.  I felt it in your fingertips.  I heard it upon your chest.  I crawled inside.  I danced with you.  Though I was out of tune.  

You accepted an irregular melody.   You saw harmony.  

Me and You.