Sudden quick glances, a giggle in fall
the break in December, late-night kitchen ball
The secret eye-sharing, our souls deep entwined
The ever-eternal fruit of the vine
"Are you calling me short?" "It's not my fault I'm tall!"
No blood of our fathers could break us at all
Our story is longer than you could ever imagine.
No mind invented this beautiful pageant.
The mark of the skin, the secrets we keep,
there is no real doubt
you know not what you speak.