“Bodies Attuned, Souls Conjoined in Echo." There shall be two bodies sharing but one heart, Who, at first meeting, hear no sound but the drum within; The world falls mute, all other rhythms depart, Till even their names are lost to the beating din. Their eyes grow mirrors one unto the other, From borrowed light to lines the gaze explores; The shadows of the past go not unnoticed, Now kindled by the joy of finding home. Soon shall love weave them into one, Each soul a mirror of the other’s form and thought; Souls that grief and cheer in perfect sync, Bodies that feel the same wounds they’ve brought— And hear within each thrum the first-shared beat, That pulse which made the world fall mute and sweet.