SORTED:

They both drank wine, she the red & he the white,

So they drank pink rose` instead, & all was alright,

They liked to dance, she the waltz & he to prance,

So they embraced tightly & that was their dance.

 

And children, he yearned for a boy & she for a girl,

Twins arrived, one of each, & their lives were a whirl,

He liked fish & she ate nothing that had given birth,

So he went off fishing, while she planted good earth.

 

Their lives were a series of sweet & sour, black & white,

They had nothing in common, yet it all seemed just right,

He looked down at the ground, while she looked up above,

Yet it was all sorted for them, under the title of true love.