Marriage – scrabble pieces brought together:
It’s formed by three simple words, “Ode to Joy.”
Love in vain by two birds of a feather?
Or do lenses of love invent beauty?
Credit taken where credit was duty –
They’re all like that, honestly, you notice.
Whispers: “Not gone. . .” A light too hard to see –
But (those you’ve known) now the calling is bliss.
A friendship – a swift breath inhaled like this –
Hold it in – nothing else matters – then out.
Hands touching hands – not something you dismiss.
If, uh, we had taken a diff’rent route. . .
Pizzicato, and then a single tone –
Let us run this race; trust the aim is known.