by John Smallshaw
(London, England)
Thinks.
You and me.
Like chalk and cheese..or if you please..
..the wheat and chaff.
You make me laugh.
I make you cry.
I love you
but I don't know why you should love me.
But I shall try..
..to understand.
'til then the wedding bands
upon the fingers on our hands.
Will do.
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