Lovebirds

So now we see the lovebirds in their nest,

So tenderly against each other pressed,

So dreamily above the everyday,

So ready to float up and drift away.

But duty calls the wayward to obey

The stern injunctions placed on those who play

The many roles that family requires

Be acted out as history transpires.

And in the ceaseless interplay of role

And self, each mediates and renders whole

What otherwise would dissipate and fade,

And thereby finds how happiness is made.