The silly cares are well… silly,
there is no point to them.
People are people,
and loved ones love.
Despite these aches that question us,
these forces that try us,
we will stick together,
two lives that equal one.
We love the isolation,
the splendid silence,
The way the sun rises,
and I am in your arms.
Nothing lasts for long,
but I am glad I am here.
I’ll to stick with you,
through thick and thin.
We are love-sick pigs.
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