Two halfs of a whole...

We walk along the shadows of your mind,
     ever present, never there. A monster
     if ever one really existed, but in closets
     or dreams or on whisps of air.  
     We talk of love, and hate, and pain.

The first turns to his friend, motioning with
     his hands. Of his love, his only love.
     With her he finds sweet perfection

I love the way she laughs and purrrs, so
     soft and warm inside. So kind and
     gental. Nothing can describe her, and
     what she does to me. She makes me feel so
     good inside, forever making me smile.

The second turns away from him, and sighes
    moving her hands along. Of her love, her
    only love. With him she finds not only
    love, but passion.

I love the way he looks, the way he laughs. I
    love his voice, his glasses, the way he sighes.
    I love how he loves me for loving him, and
    how he always cares.

Both friends look up at each other, then laugh.
   Two new people enter the scene, curious as
    ever at what the see. Two friends laughing side
    by side. Of their loves, and hates, and pains.