Caring Times

Sequentially rendered, one by one said, How do I feel about my life’s thread? In bed we talk about realities, fashion, And realise each of us has a passion. A love for the other, their ordinary times, Without any hesitation we search for crimes. But not nosily, imposing our temperaments, But vocally with the wealth of confidantes. Knowing that each one can remove dirt, And make that shipment, no ignoring skirt, To get our perfect life for stereo surround, Filled with vital juices and joys which abound.