You started as two,
with no clue.
As you flew through,
you found life being impromptu.
Your vows were scribbled in heaven,
to oven your cohesion.
Your will was a sword,
which knelt only in front of the lord.
You raised your tot,
with Herculean knots.
You dove the marines,
for a handful of beans.
You slept unfed,
to spare some bread.
You withstood the usual, unusual storms,
roared in all your forms,
to break the norms,
that outperformed the thunderstorms.
Before you stamp yourself as ordinary,
recalls the screen which’s still blazing your legacy.