Why not?

Still, we walked by the river

                       One bow and one quiver,                      

One taker, one giver,

We divided the rain.

We skirted the bushes

And trod on the rushes

And by-passed the blushes

They were always in vain.

She said “it’s not easy,

Dry bread isn’t greasy

Will you pick me a daisy?

Of yellow and white.

“Sure I’ll pick you a flower

It has little power

Might make you go sour

When the moon calls the night”.

She said “you’re still a stranger

And maybe a danger,

                     You weren’t born in a manger                         

This might be a line”

I said “there’s a fair chance

This could be a merry dance

Masquerading as sweet romance

Described as divine”

She said “I need time out

For I’m still in major doubt”,

                    As she curled her pink pout                     

Said “betwixt and between”,

“I know I’m the chooser,

But also the loser,

You could be a cruiser

That’s plain to be seen”

I said “let’s begin it

                       There are two of us in it                       

Can we have half a minute?

To be right or be wrong”

And I wonder what she saw,

The skylark or  jackdaw,

The hay or the bright straw,

And she said “we belong”.