Each other’s person is half a pair,
each moment’s doubled when two’s to share.
Work’s divided and troubles half,
one will smile, and both will laugh.
Feelings felt always in sync,
every blink’s seen as a wink.
When each is first there’s no last.
With only tomorrows there’s no past.
When one is lo, the other ve,
when one’s hi, both are free.
Two hands held the future’s bright.
And all that’s left is to be alright.