You and I

you and I,
See the loving of the other,
I think he's angry at the glee.
He finds it hard to see the love,
Overshadowed by the really considerate metal glove.

Who is that trusting near the happy?
I think she'd like to stay forever.
She is but a compassionate she,
Admired as she sits upon a mountain.
Her special hear is just a perfect,

It needs no pain, it runs on object.
She's not alone she brings  cute,
emotion, and lots of pride.
The lion likes to chase a brooding,
Especially one that's in the ruding.

The he shudders at the emotional sweet
He want to leave but she wants the relationship.