You’re quirky and weird,
you’re much bigger than I.
I met you online
and I’m still alive.
We went to the market,
and I brought the wine.
You asked me ‘bout pastries,
I said I liked pie.
You said you were easy,
I’d have a good time.
I wasn’t quite ready,
you said grow a spine.
We both had hurt feelings,
but a spark had survived.
We talked about cherries,
my favorite in pie.
I quickly got over
this old hurt of mine.
For I longed to be near you
if only a short time.
I brought you some food,
and I met your bro Ty.
The food you enjoyed,
no, cherry, no pie.
We moved in together
in lesbian time.
Were together for Christmas
and then Valentine’s.
We said our I love yous,
drank grapes off the vine,
and then you surprised me
and made cherry pie.
We’re quirky and weird,
we are two hearts combined.
We’ll grow grey and old,
with your hand in mine.
I’ll tell you I love you,
and when you ask, why?
I’ll always respond,
you made cherry pie.