We'd met under a Weeping Willow,
with two turtledoves over head;
as a spider spins its web

Hadn't it been wonderful
the two of us once more
together spinning intricately,
the way that very spider spins
but only lovelorn tales

A caterpillar slinks along
not unlike an inch worm,
making us measure time and space

Hadn't it been wonderful,
the electrical air
tingled us senseless
into a delightful delirium

Your hand pressed against mine
where time stolen retreated
from drudgery
and
the Cherubs sang...