In the mirror of the morning light,
Two faces gaze, a perfect sight.
Echoes of laughter, whispers of dreams,
A bond as strong as flowing streams.
One heart beats, yet two souls dance,
In silent rhythm, a shared glance.
Stories woven in secret threads,
A tapestry of paths each treads.
Shadows mingling under the sun,
A world where two become one.
Whispered tales of yesteryears,
Woven with joy, woven with tears.
As stars adorn the velvet night,
Their spirits soar, taking flight.
In the quiet, in the noise,
Two souls sing in perfect poise.