The finer fingers hers to hold invite
The fatter fingers mine in hers expand
The veins are violet next to knuckles white
They link like loops of skinny rubber band
Once her eyes moisten soft they understand
I sometimes struggle much and see self sook
Ill minimise a friend the fight at hand
In backtrack feeble fresh opponents brook
Yet she insists Im loyal alone on hook
And she agrees to mosey by abyss
And she exerts a sympathetic look
And she imparts a captivating kiss
I thought that true love excluded pain
A wary man I was way wrong again
Chorus pain ache twinge
