Two minds, one body, one heart-
A complete soul, out of seperate pieces.
And a sense of friendship
Out of the strange relation
Between a mind and a mind.

Who is Real? Who is imagination?
Those are questions they just answer
With a smile and a laugh, and a knowing grin
At the reflection in the window
They know what they are, and are happy.

And I have seen proof
In the shimmering shape of a man,
Standing behind her-host body
To a soul both shattered and whole,
Both dark and bright in its creation

She was two years his younger
Or so they say, but I know
That he is much older,
That he wants to protet her
From what others call madness

Shew knows, though, that even
Her case is not normal.
After all, how could she,
The calmest person she knows, share
Two minds, one body, one heart.