If you were
and if I was
perhaps we'd get along,
and maybe then
our hearts would sing
the words of each
love song.

But you are not
and nor am I
and fur begins to fly.
We never will
nor will we ever
see this eye-to-eye.

lovely chiseled
supani

like this

Yes!

Delightful, and perfectly titled. I enjoy this poem very much.

Cheers and thanks,

+Stevie

yup yup

Elegant and simple, and as beautiful as the babe in your arms. I eagerly await your next.

Rodger