When two Poles meet

We chatted quite friendly,
And talked like adults,
She called me weird,
I called her even.

She had good taste,
And aims unreal.
My taste was passable,
And aims ideal.

Some opinions we had,
Were opposite and too strong,
It did clash hard,
We disagreed very hard.

Yet we listened calmly,
And heard the other side,
Taught eachother things,
The other did not know.

Amidst the storm of words,
A new bond formed,
A beautiful friendship,
Respecting the differences.

The respect was mutual,
The talks were unusual,
A balance does strike,
When two poles meet.