Undoubtably, you are my counterbalance; the obtuse to my acute. You are my level.

In principal, the lift to my drag; combined we are weightless.

A smolder turned spark now co-perpetuating flame; undeniably eternal.

We have shared wrongs and created what is everything right.

Together we travel, our souls united to follow the path, the stream, the river our life.

Conversations with God hint tales of love; I propose that’s merely a shade of us cast from his tree which sheltered a husband and wife.

Enmeshed beyond this human experience of love, we are predetermined in fact.

To live a duet in the choir of life and become a family so aware, enriched with sight.

One yours, one mine, our kind of Xanadu.

Moi malish, ya tibia liubliu.

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