Two (A Poem)

Two.
One an Empath,
The other a Vulcan.
One a wood-elf,
The other a high-elf.
One full of laughter,
The other laughs little.
One part extrovert,
One part introvert.
Both used to denial.
Love?
An impossibility.
One feels too much,
the other not enough.
Two warriors.
Turned away from love.
Told themselves that no one cares.
One strove to pretend to care,
Acting it all through,
Singing stories,
Lying to the world and herself,
Telling them she loved.
One pursued the unfeeling,
Denying all emotion,
Pushing away happiness and hope,
Lying to the world and himself,
Believing the rationale alone can save.
Two.
One an emotional wreck,
The other a computing mind.
Love?
An impossibility.
A curse? No.
A blessing, for together,
They might grow to understand
Themselves and the world around them.
Their paths crossed not by coincidence,
But by Design.
They were meant to be.
Two.
Different but the same.
Seeking the same end,
The same love and meaning.
Separate, but as one.
The road will be difficult,
But only together can they become better.
They are pledged.
Never let them forget or choose to leave.
They are two.
Soon to be joined together.
The rings are shared.
Soon the two shall become as one.
Forever.