• It’s a predicament, to say the least,
    That I smile whenever we speak.
    My heart strings sing every time you try
    to say that you love me –
    I’ll start to cry.

    I think it’s quite blatant we’re made for each other.
    Two peas in a pod;
    ‘From another mother’.

    So tell me then, why
    Must you seem so dead beat?
    When we’re out in town
    Or walking the streets.

    Admittedly, yes, we seem to be
    Lost in each other,
    Although there are three.
    Thus making it difficult for me to say:
    I’ll love you always,
    forever and today.