A word used often,
Difficult to translate,
Impossible to Explain,
Unless you have yourself
Déjà vu’d.
So is the Union
The coincidence
Of Purpose.
Maybe not interests
Even Inclinations.
It is a dance,
A mental Waltz
That blends two styles
In Unified Harmony
In time and space
Across the ballroom floor.
This Union of Souls
Disparate, Incongruent and Distinct
While often discussed,
Is never fully appreciated
By the outside observer.
Sharp Corners and Rocky Roads
On a one-way street.
No thought
No possibility
Of ever a U Turn.
Passionate disagreements
And Loving Embraces
If you’ve got it
You might as well strut it.
Here’s to you
The both of you. .
On this celebration
Of a lifetime of togetherness
For tomorrow
And Day After
For Ever
And After