Two Shall Become One Poem by Rhodesse Fanche

The promise echoes, two souls intertwined,
Yet here I stand, alone, burdens unrefined,
For the two shall become one, or so they say,
But what of my needs, my desires in this ballet?

Do you ponder my longings, my inner fire's plea?
Or does self-consumption blind you from seeing me?
The two shall become one, etched in timeless lore,
But within my solitude, I yearn for something more.

Is it our house, dear love, or does it belong to thee?
Does our wealth unite, or just your currency?
Is it your land, our land, a shared sanctuary?
The two shall become one, yet I remain solitary.

It revolves around your wants, an unyielding sway,
But what of my passions, my dreams in this array?
Do you know my heart's song, its rhythm and refrain?
Do you care for my aspirations, my joys and pain?

The two shall become one, a harmony divine,
But I am adrift, a distant star's lonely shine,
In our shared abode, I yearn to be near,
Yet we exist as strangers, lost in a jungle austere.

The two shall become one, united in love's embrace,
But I am left yearning, seeking solace and grace,
Please, my love, consider my voice in decisions made,
For the two shall become one, not just your crusade.

Under one roof we dwell, yet you seem far away,
Like two separate souls, lost in disarray,
The two shall become one, a symphony untold,
But I find myself alone, a tale left to unfold.

Let the love we once shared rekindle our flame,
Listen, my dear, when my words bear their claim,
For in friendship's embrace, strength shall arise,
Appreciation, encouragement, where love lies.

Behind closed doors, secrets remain untold,
No one comprehends the story that unfolds,
For the two shall become one, bound by love's decree,
But in my solitude, I yearn for unity.

May our hearts intertwine, bridging the divide,
In dialogue and understanding, let love preside,
No longer shall I be a voice lost and unheard,
For the two shall become one, a symphony concurred.