Nothing extraordinary about this love of ours.
Together we’ve chosen to whittle away the hours.
Hours, days, months and years
in the company of each other,
soon they’ve disappeared.
Yet there’s a constant, unchanging force
binding us together, bringing us close;
when torn apart, we fit like gloves.
The whole may not be smooth,
the parts mayn’t add up,
yet the core remains constant,
in a way, we’ll never change.