To thine own self I have been cruel
I’ve pined for you like a smarmy fool
Now I seek solace as usual in sonnets
Stung by the solitary bee in my bonnet
Assumes the goal’s monogamy
You tell me you’re old school
But I was never ones for rules,
I’ve seen the table, the charts and data
I’m aware the odds aren’t in my favor
Sure, statistically it’s unrealistic,
But you and I are no statistic.
Uncommon, yes, but certainly not rare,
Yet quite unique considered as a pair.