You see, the humor of it all is coincidence.
Or so it seems...

We learn to love,
With our entire heart,
Yet as time passes,
We forget our parts.
What once was a serious affair,
Becomes coated in comfort,
Dust hanging in it's air.

We forget our parts,
And sometimes our partners.
But we still attribute our love to our lovers.
For we are lazy lovers at best.
Don't deny it,
There is no reason to protest.

For what once was,
Now it can be.
Let our laziness fall from our lumbering legs,
Find forgiveness for things we never said.

Lazy lovers we may be.
But our love is true.
You,
And me.