I declare,
The love we share,
Is more than fair.
Some may not be aware,
Of the bond we share,
Not to be broken with time and wear.
Our love is not a snare,
But two lives that care.
Sometimes we stop and stare,
And wonder how life does dare,
To claim a stake on our un-paling air.
For when we sit within the same chair,
Because there is no spare,
You gently touch my hair.
And at that moment, I dare swear,
We are a pair,
Whose love does not compare,
To those who live without a flare.
copyright Robyn Graham