A Thousand Shared Sponges

A lover who's always so grand,

With a fistful of stars in their hand,

Was the life that I sought,

That the movies had taught,

In this boring, predictable land.

We don't climb a high, jagged peak,

Or speak of our love with a shriek,

But we wash all the plates,

And we're good for our dates,

And we whisper and talk all the week.

My partner, a sly, steady soul,

Said "Our love is the sum of the whole,

Not a high, sudden flash,

Or a passionate dash,

But a gradual, gentle, deep roll."

So I've found what's so boring and plain,

Is a comfort that outlasts the rain,

The slow, steady beat,

Makes the love so complete,

Just the two of us, through joy and through pain.