He's your other half
your heart's deep red
your soul's mystery
your life in your head
He's the warmth of sun
your morning light
the stars of evening
moon shining bright
In the chill of winter
he's your temple of fire
a refuge, a sanctum
of burning desire
When beads of sweat
form on your brow
he gently smooths, then
cools as he alone knows how
You're bonded, so close
how can we know
where one begins,
the other one goes
A unit, a whole
that won't come apart
one being, one soul
rhythm of one heart.