An Hour

From the start it felt like a freestyle,

Then it kept heating as we fell without a style,

It was both of us who signed in without a file,

Unable to hold back as it pile,

Causing confusion that couldn't lie,

It's just the start yet it feels like a mile,

Our emotions calling forth our smile, 

As our reality parts us at the River Nile,

Now we live with an hour difference,

So hard it is to embrace,

Your roots i want to trace,

As i hope we wake to each other same hour.