Image a place to beautiful for company,

A place that was meant only for you and me.

No others to get in the way,

Except when we allow them to come over and play.

They try to make us against each other and keep a grudge,

They want to take us from our place but we refuse to budge.

We get a little argument and we yell,

Sometimes our place becomes a living hell.

Then everything bad we make disappear,

By just making everyone no longer be here.

In our place we are never in a cage,

All for one reason our soul’s together rage.

Susanne M. Martinez