In a cozy home where joy everywhere,
Live a husband and wife, as different as can be,
They share the same space, yet see things apart,
Each with their own view, their own kind of art.
He looks at a painting, thinks it's a gem,
She sees a jumble, with chaos at the end,
They both see the same thing but in different ways,
Finding their truths in their own unique gaze.
They talk in the same words but don't always connect,
When he's too quiet, she's feeling neglected,
When he's too chatty, she wishes for peace,
Yet neither quite finds the calm they both seek.
Their arguments aren't about who's right or wrong,
But feeling unsupported, where they don't quite belong,
In a flurry of fights, they still show they care,
Like serving ice cream in a world of snowflakes, Rare.
They walk in shoes that don't fit quite right,
Living their lives in their own special light,
A husband and wife, strange but so sweet,
Finding love in the mix of their own heartbeat.
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