Whilst I might never be sure,
I’m sure I have no doubt.
That you and your love,
Is something I’ll never be without.
Whilst It’s growth is incredible,
Science could never ever explain.
How it’s presence is there perpetually,
Mad! But thankfully sane.
For our love is tangible,
That I could never doubt.
The evidence is here it’s everywhere,
It’s strewn all around and about.