Marriage of the Fantods

How I think of you is just the same
As when I feel you near.
Close together, we are never
Not a pair.

What you want is quite in tune
With my desires,
And if a pitch divides us,
We bridge the gap with glee.

Each song that is glad,
We sing to be alive.
We never try to love;
We are above the need to try.

Goodbye and hello
Were made for other mates,
Not for us.

What is true
Is what we have,
And having is forever.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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