Bipola

Sometimes I cannot understand where you are coming from,

How is it that you cannot see, that I am right and you are wrong?

I could believe that our first parents bore each a different race,

When you cannot read the thoughts clearly written on my face.

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Poles so starkly opposite — drawn by magnet force,

At times the pull deserts us both, and we are blown far off our course,

But when the storms have passed us by, and we are strong as toughest leather,

We realise our bipolar is what brought us together.