They must have loved each other, oh, so much;
Those subatomic particles that split,
Enough to stay so close at hand
So as to become so closely knit.
And when they grew to become a cell,
Still then, they never strayed too far.
In fact, they snuggled with their hope to tell
About the love that bound them to make them what they are.
Then over the eons, as they finally formed their skeletal frame
And stood erect in your beauty's perfect skin,
They discovered their substance had a name
Still driven by a force they could not keep in.
And so, they learned to move your hands
And eyes and lips and heart
So as to set in motion all their plans
To complete their every part.
Now, with your embraces of the night,
I'm thankful for such a small and simple virtue
And the fact that our souls are bound that tight
By so deep a love that will always keep me near you.
