A Story

Oh, love that was and is
Is her hand holding his
Dancing in the moonlight
[Thank goodness we're the same height]

For a while, they took to parting
She could no longer hear his farting
And to he, a lonely sleep
In the solus, he will weep

As days grew in the sole
A longing came to be whole
Late night calls and
Wishes to hold her hand

A pain stabbing within
Just as deep was its twin
The knife drew not blood
But rather, tears in flood

Time grew at length
Slowly sapping strength
Pain made his words slurred
Praying to be like a bird

To fly far and true
Through the sky so blue
And to hold his beloved
To share with her a bed

And they were joined again
Driven to heights of happy zen
Twirling around in a bliss
Sharing that long-awaited kiss

There is no greater joy than this:
To see the love he had missed
To hold her in his arms so tight
To rejoice in such delight
To share their laughter
To be a foreverafter
To feel her touch
To love so much