My parents

A story I like to tell
Of contradictions and faith
People so differently in love
Yet he found his wife
And she found her mate.

Him with his head counting numbers
Her with her head in the skies
How did they end up – do they wonder
Her with charisma
And him sometimes so shy.

Her dreaming of away
Him dreaming of owned land
Her thinking the world is my oyster
Him with his head in the sand

But this is a love story
This is the truth
No need to worry
Cause how they are
Is how they should.