And How
“Oh boy!
See that girl!
Gee…she’s cute.”
“I like his look!
Will he look
this way?”
The half of love
will ink a card,
on that red date.
A pair of lips
slip onto
a pair of lips.
The kiss, so nice!
The knee
will bow wow wow,
ask to take his ring -
she says, “And how!”
Kids in tow,
will not slow
his or her beat.
Ann is wild
like her dad.
Bob has her blue eyes.
Zero in the nest -
sad but true.
Still,
love is.
Old age,
the hand of time -
the sky is too high.
The girl does cry,
or the boy,
when left sans
a warm hand.
Or to die is kind -
both fly
at the same time.
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