Two People Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Two people.
Meeting for the first time.
And sharing similar wants and wishes.
With a keeping them fresh.
Are seldom suspicious of others who fish,
Asking probing questions...
About their happiness and 'unending' bliss.
And they begin to answer.
As if from a secret list.
Believing forever this 'list' would exist.

Two people.
Finding each other in a wilderness.
And not at first too comfortable,
But reluctant to begin any discussion...
To reminisce experiences had,
In past relationships.
With discovering similarities too familiar.
To then laugh and enjoy those lessons learned.
And deciding no more questions from others,
They would answer to allow them to get.

Two people.
Meeting with wants and wishes kept fresh.
And keeping their business,
To themselves and no one else.
And protecting their relationship,
From innuendos and vicious lies told.
To know it best it is better...
When a happiness is shared,
Between two people who care...
That's the way it should be to let it grow.

Two people.
Finding together true love and happiness.
Two people.
Minding their own business.
And making it known.
Through adjustments to make.
No matter what the weather to have their bliss.