I could not find a single poem of love

That was quite right for our sweet, rich romance.

Not one poem I could find with the words of

How it is that we play and prance and dance,

Of how it is we sing sweet lullabies

In the bright light of the high noonday sun

And in the dark shadows of the night skies,

When our two voices and hearts are as one.

I could not find a love poem describing

How it is with love we are thus thriving:

I could only find that our verse and rhyme

Had been written deep in the sands of time.