Seven years married yet eight sonnets come
In this strange arithmetic God gives more
Than the eight minus one in man’s kingdom.
Seven heaven is plus more in His Swore.
It is not necessary to believe in me
And me to believe in you true and just,
But if we are to really truly see
We need to believe in the two of us.
Our future may be a bijou and grill,
Maybe teach children drama and the arts,
Maybe go up and down some other high hill,
By each other’s side we will know our parts.
Here we can only dance the dance of man,
Until our hearts beliefs can follow The Plan.