The Perfect Pair

What luck, my love, that you’re so marvellous And so am I! This star-stunned planet’s never Beheld two souls as marvellous as us Divided. We’re the perfect pair, together: Your lovely Clapham home. My cosy hovel. Your great career. My hopes, soon, for success. Your deathless prose. My not-quite-started novel. Your sorted calm. My issues to address. Your brains, my thanks. Your beauty, my frank awe. Your sexy looks, my love of chips and diets. Your help with my depressions. When we soar Like twin-shaped rockets in the wowing sky, it’s A minor miracle, how both of us Have both found someone else so marvellous.