Togetherness
Though love can be blind
It’s good to be somebody’s darling And know that you belong To start each new day sparkling And maintain that link lifelong.
Togetherness brings a security And sometimes peace of mind A special kind of surety Even though love can be blind.
To love one and no other Is a questionable achievement Being too attached to another Inevitably brings bereavement.
It’s a weird and wonderful word fidelity Does it mean some fiddles going on And does that lead to infidelity Is that why infidels have been gone so long.
Is it just conditioning Or the quest for a moral life The auditioning and transitioning To become a man and wife.
Life’s full of strange enigmas We’re damned if we do or don’t Judgements often breed stigmas If you say you will then, won’t.
Togetherness can be a trial A sentence longer than murder It quite often cramps the style And can lead to a depressive disorder.
Or on the other hand it can be bliss A natural joining of a couple in love Sealed with a tender kiss And blessings from up above.
There are confirmed bachelors and spinsters And many have given the game away Or cohabitating brothers and sisters And those who celebrate Valentine’s Day.
Whatever the persuasion Gays and lesbians as well Each one finds a special occasion Their own unique story to tell.
Togetherness with friends is satisfying Enjoying each other for a few hours a week The laughter and companionship edifying And with friends you rarely lose sleep.
So, whether it’s one or another If you’re happy it doesn’t really matter Or simply go undercover And avoid the clatter and splatter.
©
David Rudder 14th July 2012
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