My TrueLove and I can sit
In silence in the mornings,
Sip on cinnamon coffee
And nibble on our toast,
And hours can pass on smiles
And bright eyed faces
Without a meanness
Or a clever joke.
And we don't know what day it is,
And little do we care,
Until some relative calls with bad news,
Then tells us "April Fools'."

Leave it to the children,
And leave it to the Gods,
And leave it to the relatives
To make fools of us all,
But as for me and TrueLove,
Our dreams are undisturbed,
And when by chance we have sweet time,
A sacred day is born.

-jenn