Most times they talk, chat or smile;
Few times they wine or just dine;
Sometimes the storm aims at them;
That they get lost in toughness or mare fame;
Him forgetting how much he loves and adores her;
Or how glorious their lives have been together;
Little has he said nor done to show her though;
That no mountain high nor valley low;
No crazier storm nor raging sea;
No bigger drama nor odder feelings;
Could deter him from loving her;
Nor keep them apart, forever.
–MT