Oxygen

Nobody knows what's inside until you dissect it completely,
We're all just branches,
Born from the root of the same tree.

We all grow in differing directions,
Searching for oxygen,
To fuel our lives.

We may never touch,
But our paths are certain to cross.

Speak those words to the enigmatic stranger,
They may just connect like electricity.

They just may be your idea of romantic felicity.