What makes a Twin? I often ask aloud,

It's not as simple as when we were born

And not the fam'ly name of which we're proud;

Rare so easily can the name be worn.

True twins are not born of such basic traits,

Exceptional must the relation be:

Such deeper things as interwoven fates,

Not of what your blood tells of family.

Of hopes and dreams and traits the bond does hold

Ev'ry shared thought a glorious symphony

No connections lost, no idle thought untold

And minds are laid between for both to see.

Who is this person held so close to me?

Discovered just by chance, given so free.