Rhyming poetry? Blasphemous.

Two spirits collide in silence, half a world apart;
A clever woman of worldly taste,
A man of darkness, waste,
And a similarity in their souls.

Two drops of water in all the ocean;
A woman wakeful in the night,
A man who dreams in bright daylight
And the words that never stop.

The winds that meet in passing time;
She begins to rise as he so falls,
Across the distance a voice so calls,
And they speak, if only for one breath