Seldom do we disagree,
Though we could.
That
has been our history,
And it’s good.
Nothing
written,
Nothing formal,
Seeking
nothing less than normal,
Trying
hard and hoping to be
Understood.
You
don’t put the blame on me
When things go wrong.
When
I’m in your company it’s
Like a song.
Seasons
come,
Seasons go.
Still
and all it’s good to know
We
still have each other and it’s
Understood.
No comments:
Post a Comment