𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬
Forget the lines they draw in sand,
This you-versus-me of heart and hand.
They speak of battles, score the cost,
But tell me, what is won, what is lost?

We are not islands, stark and lone,
But different notes in the same tone.
I may be the anchor, you the sail,
Together, we can ride the gale.

I am the question, you the thought,
The fragile bridge that feeling wrought.
I may be the strength that holds the wall,
You are the voice that dares to call.

Not halves that make a withered whole,
But two complete and vibrant souls.
I bring the root, you bring the rain,
To grow a world, to ease the pain.

So let the weary conflict cease,
Only together can we have real peace.
For in the space between our breaths,
Lies more than all our lonely deaths.

We are the shelter from the storm,
The fire, and the heart to warm.
So take my hand, and I'll take yours,
And see what our communion pours.

Not man, not woman, locked in strife,
But partners in the dance of life.