Although you have been no angel,
We're together anyway,
Our quarrels do not last longer
Than twenty four hours a day.
We're so fond of one another
That calling each other names
We stop our endless arguments
Simply to start them again.
You curse me like the day before,
But in two minutes you'll feel
You have run out of nasty words,
And you will say something sweet.
Together we're a wild river,
Apart we are two little brooks,
I know you have been no angel,
But I'm far from perfection too.
