This is a piece about both of them.

She is lucky I love her

Or perhaps it is I lucky to love her.

But this is not a love poem.

This is a piece about both of them.

This is about the telepathic nature they share

Not just when in private but what they publicly bare

Be it in their secretly gazing eyes when they don’t know that I am aware

Or their hearts that strum in unison when no one else is there.

This is a piece about both of them.

Whose love is an endless sea

Unphased by any other’s beauty

For they see it as a relentless best

Unfathomed by anyone who puts it to the test.

This is a piece about both of them.

Liberated by their current simplistic nature

Inching towards a life more favourable in consummative feature.

This is a piece about both of them.