The Armenian and the Liverpudlian
The Armenian and The Liverpudlian
It’s hard to see sometimes
How chalk and cheese can mix so perfectly
Makes you wonder how the differences of character
Can work together
He, all forthright respect and daily clarity
She, all winsome wishes and artistic poetry
And yet somehow they relate to each other
By default
They weave and intricate pattern
Of threads in reality
And threads in dreams
Football, Liverpool FC runs in his veins
A passion and obsession
His pride and his downfall if they win or lose
Staunch supporter he remains
Though quieter now than times gone past
Art and music, a dancer, she, of ballet precision
A passion and obsession
With such flare and grace and delicate turns of love
For the folklore rhythms of ancient songs
A picture of music’s expression in her form
Eight languages she speaks, Eight !
While he falters on Liverpool accent
But captures the essence of a foreign tongue
Chef he is of delicate cuisine
And she of wine’s pallet appreciates
Never have I know two such complex differential lovers
That intertwine and mingle so well
Or seen such ready acceptance of each other
In people prepared to accept any stranger
For who they are
How far apart did their lives begin
Liverpool England
Yerevan capital city of Armenia
What wild horses drew them together
What turns of fate
Could bring this poetess
And this football obsessed
Man and woman
Together
You have to ask
But through all their trials
They remain together
And in a few months they will be married
Do you know when you know
That something will last forever
They will I am sure
It’s a strange but cheese and chalk thing
That mixes together so fluidly
But of all the things that brought them
Together so perfectly
It is Love, respect and Honesty
Both of them
Have these admirable Qualities
To your future my friends
May you live in blending love
Always
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