Two hearts,
both mangled and with frayed seams
begging to be re-woven
into a greater tapestry.
Parallel lovers
with otherwise perpendicular upbringings;
opposing morals
with neither compass
sharing the same sense of direction.
Fabricated conjectures
of something greater than ourselves
brought us together
in communion;
body, mind, and spirit —
for better or for worse.
Although we are different,
we are the same,
for you and I together
make one.
I am for you,
and you are for me.
There is simply
nothing else
that either of us
could ever be.

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— © think twice