I don’t buy it;

That there’s more than what meet the eye,

That there could be such a beautiful thing in this filthy living of ours.

I bet it’s just two people who get along pretty well with each other.

It can’t be;

That those I see walking in pairs possess anything else other than social skills.

I see them court each other, but what the big deal about it?.

I only know we got to make babies, but what the fuss about it?.

I’m in disbelief;

That some kind of Devine energy keeps people attached.

Just like a sticker put up against time; I see them walk together along the street, up and down the road,

But months later; they become like strangers.