Like a Glove

A love poem

Like a glove
by Goldie Kadell


Your crazy ways
My crazy days
I'm still around-can't leave
Love me some crazy us

You're mad
I'm madder
Doesn't seem to matter
No compromise
No promises made
And still no end to us

You might get better
You may get worse
I may do the same
Now we're placing blame
staking claim
You're mine
I'm yours
And we are so in love....

I'm glad that we clicked
Two extreme differences
Two misfits come together and fit
Like a glove
Without understanding each other
We understand each other's love