It’s still, the branches lightly swaying

Light grey sky, clouds scarcely stir

I’m feeling good you might infer

And it’s no secret I’m betraying

To say it’s partly to do with food

Your fine cuisine to which I allude

That’s on the table very soon

Not only that though, it’s just life

The life ecstatic with my wife,

With you – to say that we’re in tune 

Inadequate, like “over the moon!”

One heart we are, maybe one soul,

And all our times are rock and roll! 

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