As in the sweetest verse,
Where every word is chosen and the meter is rehearsed,
And a  perfect balance found, that expresses things profound;
So, love has chosen us and our hearts now beat in rhyme
As a match formed up in heaven, now and for all time.
We find that every nuance of the time we spend together
Shows that we belong, like two birds of the same feather,
Like the right goes with the left or the mate for that old sock,
Like a nut goes with a bolt or the way tick goes with tock
Like two peas fit in a pod, or a hand fits in a glove.
The beauty of that balance, that’s the poetry of our love.

©1998 Michael S. Davis