It takes two.
I thought one was enough.
It's not true.
It takes two of us you came through.
When the journey was rough it took you.
It took two of us.
It takes care.
It takes patience
and fear and despair to change.
Though you swear to change.
You can tell if you do.
It
takes two.
You've changed.
You're thriving.
There's something about the woods.
Not
just surviving.
You're blossoming in the woods.
At home I'd fear we'd stay the
same forever.
But then out here you're passionate,
charming,
considerate,
clever.
It takes one to begin but then once you've begun.
It takes two of you.
It's no fun.
But what needs to be done you can do.
When there are two of you if I dare.
It's
because I'm becoming aware of us.
As a pair of us each accepting a share of
what's there we've changed.
We're strangers.
I'm meeting you in the woods.
Who minds?
What dangers?
I know we'll get past the woods.
And once we're past let's
hope the changes last.
Beyond woods.
Beyond witches and slippers and hoods.
Just
the two of us.
Beyond lies.
Safe at home with our beautiful prize.
Just the few of
us.
It takes trust.
It takes just a bit more and we're done.
We want four.
We had
none.
We've got three.
We need one.
It takes two.