Under the table,
We used to feed Rover,
And play pat-a-cake,
With the luck of a clover.

Under the table,
We then held hands,
Discussing our favorite,
Metal and rock bands.

Under the table,
We now don't need,
The table used to hide,
Our feelings, now freed.

No need for a table,
Because now I have you,
I can hold your hand,
And kiss you, too.