One day, the Dust said to a Broom,
“Love, sweep me off the floor!
like you did before past you knew
when I was barely particles
about to fly in the light of a warming sun
all thanks, to your loving touch”
To which the Broom replied,
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing I can do.
It is my job to sweep you off your feet,
To make sure you become complete
by gathering all the parts of you
together in a pile for the Dustpan
to take you where you belong.
Believe me, it is not I, with whom
you should talk.”
To which the Dust replied,
“Love, you said so yourself
with you I become complete
You gather together all the parts of me.
It is thanks to you that I found my soul
that I become visible to the eyes of those around
And it is because of that, that I have fallen in love
Thus, I wish to be with no one else but You”
