And How

“Oh boy! See that girl! Gee…she’s cute.” “I like his look! Will he look this way?” The half of love will ink a card, on that red date. A pair of lips slip onto a pair of lips. The kiss, so nice! The knee will bow wow wow, ask to take his ring - she says, “And how!” Kids in tow, will not slow his or her beat. Ann is wild like her dad. Bob has her blue eyes. Zero in the nest - sad but true. Still, love is. Old age, the hand of time - the sky is too high. The girl does cry, or the boy, when left sans a warm hand. Or to die is kind - both fly at the same time.