Let’s fall in love –
In our mid-thirties
It’s not only
Where the hurt is.
I won’t get smashed up
Should you go
Away for weekends –
We both know
No two people
Can be completely
All-sufficient.
But twice weekly
We’ll dine together
Split the bill,
Admire each other’s Wit.
We will
Be splendid lovers,
Slow, well-trained,
Tactful, gracefully
Unrestrained.
You’ll keep your flat
And I’ll keep mine –
Our bank accounts
Shall not entwine.
We’ll make the whole thing
Hard and bright.
We’ll call it love –
We may be right.
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