Killing Two Stones With One Bird Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

There is no way that you can be separated from my love.

You might think that the things you've done can cause me to hate you.

Please! I love you so much that you can lift me high above,

Then let me come crashing down like Wile E. Coyote. Do

Not think of such things! Me hate you? Absurd!

I will spring right back up, and be there for you always.

It is as impossible as killing two stones with one bird,

For me not to care. I will forever be true, for the rest of my days!