His eyes met hers
and then he knew
it was checkmate.

The Freckled Frog
The freckled frog
Went cra-rog ca-rog
Sitting by the sandy sog
Of the bog
The dappled  dog
Went fa-rog fa-rog
And set about her business
She silently slid slippering
Closing closer clumping
Sprightly springing
Mighty mouth munching
That frog was no more

arm in arm, cheeks rose pink
no alarm,  both so in sync
with nurturing, astonishing!

he reached for her honeyed lips,
before the warmth kiss,
he gently whispered,
                        “the love of my life”