two souls searching in the night
two wrongs doesen`t make a right
but your searching for solace
where there is none to find
your paths cross your hearts meet
your eyes are blind you enter
with in one another
your hearts entwine
you become as one
your souls make love
the solace you find
fate is wonderful
love is blind...
I love this poem a lot. It says so much in so little in a couplet format. It's a perfect format because each line is like a body and the second body merges into the first and next. It's one two lines being one movement until the seemingly nonexistent solace is found by joining two souls, two bodies, two worlds, etc., until there is no two, but one.