There were once two people
Two people
Two very different persons
So very much alike.
And one person,
Recognizing how unique the other was,
So intricately spun,
With layers and layers of cloudy fact,
And rainbows of feeling,
Decided she could not be separated from him.  
She would never understand him, he was not made to be understood,
Not being the product of a formula, but a reaction to a thought.
Fear was always with her, something that must be thrown off, with caution in its place.
She feared she was too different,
Feared he was too great,
But her faith was not so weak,
She knew a greater one could take his place,
But a place would always be for him.
She hardly questioned her infatuation,
For it was built on what she saw as truth,
Full of truth he seemed to be.