A Perfect Pair Poem by Larry Lynn

Birds and Bees
both fly with ease
buzzing, flapping
in the breeze

Never meet
to copulate -
with budding seed
populate.

Adam, Eve?
They took their leave,
crying, sighing
as they grieve.

Graceless fall,
heaven and hell?
Grinning? Sinning?
Who can tell?

You and I?
A perfect pair?
An ideal Knight,
Lady fair.

Faithful love
a perfect hue
one red one white
roses, two.

Thorn and Rose
match perfectly
you are the Rose
The thorn? Me.