Two Paper Boats

Two paper boats,

floating down two rushing rivers.

One is dark and charcoal black.

The other's bright and purely white.

Where are they heading?

They do not know.

But they don't ask questions.

They just feel the flow.

The rivers meet to form one Whole.

The boats collide.

Their paths unite. 

Could it be Fate? Or is it Chance?

Because these boats are a perfect match.

Each one possesses what the other lacks,

giving them the strength to beat the weather.

And happily they float together.

Thinking, "Such a strange and lovely river that brought us to this place and time."

Blinded by this rushing current,

rushing to deceive the mind.

It must break apart that which it ties.

The river splits.

Their paths unwind. 

The boats now know that Love's a blade with one sharp side.

As they float alone, they wonder:

"What is this current?

The force that guides our path?

Could it be Fate? Or is it Chance?"