It's a funny thing, it is, really for two
To live in so much misery, in love
We know each other in our minds
Like pages held within a bound book

Pages we've lived, throughout our life
Many chapters, times happy or in not
Turning the pages into a long forever
While holding, the one love we took

Knowing the other's coming words
Sometimes with just a quick glance
Finding oneself, often in bit of trouble
Without idea of what was the chance

Upset with each other over big, little
Things of really no matter, such as
A **** in the night or a quick glance at
One of the younger girls by brookside

Feels like we're always kinda living in
A little bit of raving stark madness
Left over from the big, little wrongs
Done another, such a long time ago

Wishing only soothing love strokes
Of proud Leo's ego, in constant preen
Pulling sharp thorn from limping paw
Each time need is from me, of course

Given to each other, in it's holy bond
Everything we had ever each gotten
Or wishing always to keep to oneself
Just a small little part, still in freedom

To let one of the pages go unbound
Left to float in the winds of the world
Although fully well knowing,
no doubt
Sadness within, might be all to behold

Perfection of me with you at my side
Almost, makes it really a love perfect
Yet, perfect we are not, in our love
Not even in we, as one heart beating

Having lived as one in a together
Nearly all of our aged adult lives
Never fallen completely out of love
Knowing well, we soon too must die

Not wanting to live with any other life
Knowing in more misery it may claim
And really a much truer sweet love
Might not again arise in our lost time

Let's get this all right, perfectly clear
Perfect has only been found but once
How we wish and hope, our love is as
Near perfect, before perfect is here

©  2017 Jim Davis