We walk this earth with different strides.
I tread so slow while she would run.
And I hold straight when she strays far,
But still we end the walk as one.
The paths may twist and turn away
From where we once had set our sight.
New paths would pull us both astray
To go on ways that are less right.
But I have learned to see in her,
And learn from her, and be in her.
For she is all the things I lack,
And what she needs, I have to share.
Though we are two, we are as one.
We think as one. We move as one.
Though we are two, we are far more,
Then either one would be alone.