Two is One and One

The only truth is the one I choose…
and choose…
and choose, then
what of these arrows
dipped in an elixir
of delusion,
and illusion.

Yes, a shaft may go awry,
but the Archer always makes His mark
in the blink of a
bulls eye.

We’ll sooner slowly die
from a blessed heart bleeding
than from the poison on that arrows tip;
lovers, listen for the bow of truth
in the sound
of the arrows slip.

The universal adhesive
for pairs who seek to be as one,
is in whether each can endure there being two,
I as one, you as one
I choose, you choose,
we’re chosen.