Where the wild thing go,
They grow and they grow,
Unchanging they're gold,
Shining like a diamond,
Solid like Snow,
Who knows where their story will end.
Flamboyantly they dance like peacocks,
But they're hens.
Fruitful like peaches, they lay eggs,
Their eggs crack,
And out pours love endlessly, in fact.
They whine and they cry, but their love may never end,
Slowly they piece their eggs back together again.
Unlike the oceans tides their love is constant.
They've never had a fight,
But if they do their spirits will never be broken,
Because the hardships they've lasted taught them a thing or two.
They know they're in love, an