Dear us,
The us we know.
The us we feel, breathe, and see.

Its like a summers day, mid july.
We seem so happy
    From the inside looking out
Everyone has us down for the count
Every fight, Every bicker
   The clock is ticking quicker
Bets being made about a date
   We call "Anniversary"
The world is a cold play. But in here,
    In this house we placed,
We've built a theater, a stange for a play,
   A play in which we titles "our relationship"
Its warm. Like a summers day, mid july.

Dear us,
The us they see.
The us the nit-pick
  Down the the last fine grit.
The us the criticize and judge
"She to fat, to ugly" "He's gay and annoying"
Things they say to hurt us, to break us.
"Why?" The ask and question.
     As if they expect an answer
          That doesn't exist.
But it does. The answer is love.

Dear us,
    Never lose love.