Two birds flew above the steeple Below were two people This I saw through a peephole And they were together made one soul Never would another moment be dull For in themselves were they made whole But no one knows how the future will unroll But I hope there love lasts longer than normal For I know under pressure even coal Can be transformed into something beautiful So can two normal people be made to be something remarkable
To often we forget that the remarkable happens in what we consider normal.