Count One Count Two Count Three

A vortex we are: baby mine, I’m yours –
An eddy in our minds, in pool we see
A chronicle of whirling joys and wars
There sadly mirrored gladly back to glee.
I think; you act: together we’re the one;
But if we’re one, good god, why me? why you?
And each the other’s one is fast undone
By everything I do you do we do.
A third, there, stands, between our minds: our soul,
And, see, there are those wings that fly and find –
The purpose, whispered to us: Set our goal
To walk to ride to fly to minds combined.
So we – count one count two count three – the trinity,
Which sounds, we think, a link like sweet divinity.