• A love that falls,
    Falls so great,
    That all we can do afterwards,
    Is mate, mate, mate.
    Then we build up walls,
    Against one another,
    And our ties to our lover,
    Dives so great,
    That marriage never happens,
    Isn't life so late?
    And harsh,
    What exactly happened,
    Nobody knows,
    That's why my friend sows,
    Hoping if it hadn't.

    In the days of love,
    While we hung out in a dark cove,
    As we fondled one another,
    And whispered to each other,
    How much we love being together,
    Always tied up in a tether,
    Holding each others hands,
    And kissing our faces,
    While playing a game about Gaia and maces,
    Loving each other to death,
    Hoping that we would confess,
    To each other,
    While hoping we don't get caught by our father and mother,
    For we share the same parents,
    because this is incest,
    And everyone else are tyrants.

    This is the last breath we take before we have sex,
    And try to make,
    Our unborn love...
    Hopefully we can blame this on a hex,
    While we hope there will be a wedding cake,
    One day......
    Oh! Was that a shining Gaia dove,
    As we gandered into the night sky?
    Why yes, it may of been,
    But it was quite up high,
    Flying by.
    Oh maybe it was a sign,
    That our love was meant and allowed to be,
    Just because what we have seen,
    Or should we just pine,
    Pine away that is,
    And wait for our love to die....

    I suppose we should make a decision now,
    Oh yes let's, while we talk in meow.
    ...
    Oh. the decision is made,
    That we shall wait,
    To mate,
    And spawn our new love,
    And just raid,
    On video games together,
    Still tied together barely, somehow.... By a tether.....

    Like my friends love,
    I will still question the Gaia dove.............