In Iowa's realm, where cornfields abound, Two modern orthodox Jews were found. 'Twas 2014, a tale to be told, A rarity in Iowa City's mold. Mike and Elana's twin Rachel, briefly met, In their early twenties, but a face, Mike didn't forget. T'was a non-romantic meet, alas but behold- Fate had a different plan to unfold. Fast forward, eight years hence, we move, To Boston's streets, where love would prove. First Fridays Shabbat Dinner, they arrived, Where Mike, with charm, approached Elana, contrived. "Don't I know you from Iowa?" he said, A pick-up line that filled her head. Elana corrected, "No, that's my twin," But invited him over, a gracious win. At her table, they conversed with delight, Elana dreamed of a remote job's flight, To Florida's shores, her heart set to roam, Mike replied, "Florida? Not my home." A red flag raised, and COVID in the air, Elana distanced, with caution and care. But fate played its hand, a twist to unfold, A text from Aliza, secrets to behold. Aliza had glimpsed the guest list, you see, And wondered if Mike and Elana could be. She asked Elana about their meet, And if she'd mind sharing Mike's retreat. Elana, unaware of Aliza's ploy, Assumed Mike's interest to be mere joy. She gave her consent, with nonchalance, Little suspecting love's intricate dance. Their first date arrived, in Somerville they met, Elana, fashionably late, she'd never forget. But time mattered not, love had its say, And their journey began on that magical day. A story of humor, of twists and turns, Of mistaken identity and Florida's concerns. Through laughter and memories, their love would bloom, A testament to destiny's wondrous loom.