Your affection echoes like a song

Whose words I can’t quite yet remember

So, when you sing them, I hum along

But love can come without euphony

I’ve heard it drone and I’ve heard it shrill

Never thinking it was that off-key.

Some atonal ballads appeared nice

Till you changed what I deem quality

Now, less than you offer won’t suffice.

You are my bare minimum of good

The baseline I use to gauge enough:

A value often misunderstood.

Enough is your harmony by mine

And how we peal sweet, toll pure, croon true

Till my views of duets realign.

Our mixed vocals lilt simple ditties

And those melodies leave me at peace:

Not all blessings are grand symphonies.