Sometimes, you fight a little to remind yourself of what you have.

A couple walked down the street.
They merrily pranced as if there were a strong beat.
Together they hopped, skipped, and jumped their twined way.
A saunter they made, a couple they shared promised never to betray.

Down the road they journeyed, a playful tune he sung.
She chorused in, trying as hard as she could, straight from the lung.
It was a cheery morning; they loved these walks they take.
Alas, a short journey it was, the cafe at the end of the wake.

She strode ahead, eager to pay this time.
But, he was a trickster, and had made a deal that should have been a crime.
At least to her it was.
She was angry without pause.

Noticing with a grin, he swept her in his arms.
“Next time my love, but this is my treat for the one who is my charm”
Blushing she sighs, noticing that she could have made a scene.
“Alright, you win, but I want next time!” as she makes space between.

Gleefully, he made it to the counter, a sparkle in his eye.
Two fingers pointed, he goes for the cake shaped like a bow tie.
Back he goes to the love of his life,
A girl he adored, the only one on his side: his wife.