Loving the other through mutualities of hurt,

loving the other without understanding the other,

groping in darkness to find the other,

blundering towards and beyond the other,

fleeing at the sight of the other,

escaping from exile to greet the other,

yearning for and recoiling from the other,

two planets swinging in cross-orbit around the sun of our love,

a sudden glimpse and then gone

but ever returning,

always affirming,

Yes, this is our way,

there can be no other.