Paradox Of Time

Who is she?
Curious as I?
Standing there,
With her long dark hair?
Those big round eyes,
The color of the earth,
Speak to me,
Tell me everything,
And nothing.
She is a puzzle,
A riddle to the senses,
Improbable at first,
Impossible with truth.

Who is she?
She is me,
Though that cannot be,
For I am me.
But she is.
In the same way I am me,
I am her,
Therefore she is me.
We are identical in every conceivable way,
I know her thoughts,
She knows mine;
Her thoughts are my thoughts,
This really is quite intriguing.

How can this be?
Are all our sciences wrong?
Physically we are two,
Identical and separate,
But we are one;
Two sides of one coin face off,
A staring contest for the books.
Does life hang in the balance?
Yes and no;
There is no clear answer--
Are the theories true?
If we touch,
Will the universe explode?