Hold it together,
It wouldn't be forever,
And anyway,
Birds of a feather,
Flock together,
But I'm at the end of my tether,
Worried that not-forever,
Could be never,
I know it's not clever,
To wonder what if or whether,
As she is to me,
What lace is to leather,
This bond I should sever,
And accept the never,
But on days when the weather,
Is cold and the heather,
On the moors is wet, I'll wonder,
Whether