A Love Between 5 and 7

There are days where me and my lover live between 5 and 7.
There are days where she lives with her husband between 7 to 3.
No matter the time we balance our lives with the lives of our mutual needs
My lover. She struggles between 7 and 3 with the beauty of all she can be.
Uncovered my lover is calmed with my presence.
And with her I'm a boy befuddled with a love
more exciting then hanging ornaments on a Christmas tree.

In America, we only know relationships between 1 to 2.
We never think about the relationship between 2 to 3.
And if 3 had 4, just to even the score.
Can we find the cohesiveness we seek?

As a man rebirthing the joys of the boy
Who found love in the beauty of a brain that can speak.
With one knee I risk all the rules that were set
Just to ask "Will you marry me?"

At first there was a rush of excitement in speech.
Cupid sprung his little arrow in our hands  intertwined in the leaves.
But that glee turned to sorrow as words went into retreat
I died with the changing of colors in leaves surrounding my knee.
As a boy I never learned how to manage a love so unique.