The two of them
had one face
one voice
one skin
Yet they were two.
I loved one of them
but the other said
he loved me.
And said
that both were one.
And I thought
I loved both
conjecturing
that both were one.
He tricked
He tore
then left.
I cried with the rains
I moaned with the winds
before I felt
the warmth.
The two of them
had one face
one voice
one skin
Yet they were two.
The one I loved
was still with me
holding my hand.