Boy and Girl of old

Boy and girl of old meet and have a chat
For hours and hours they spoke...for hours and hours they sat
'Wassup ? How u been?' she asks ..'want some candy...?'
'Sure' he says..'thanks ..im fine...doin dandy'
'Old habits die hard?' she suggests naughtily...
I guess ..says he ...oh so haughtily

Throw some memories in the mix and you have a party
Paint them as a portrait..you may call them arty...
'So..how's he doing..lil o'l what's his name'...from her the question came...
'Fine, fine' he acknowledges ..'doing fine...he's ok'.. says he..'just the same'
'So here's where I am with love' she says opening up...
'He nods and shares his romantic tales now bending to grap a cup..

They share , they care, they talk , laugh
They hold a conversation with brilliant ease...altogether half n' half.
He's glad he came
She feels the same
They've had their share of fights
They snapped around and cut each other off like a pair of kites..

But they came together yet again..oh no they couldn't stay away...
The kites they learn't to sway
They came together
the boy
the girl
and so their story stays.

The boy and girl of old..
they dwell in the same fold..

She said to him 'we'll meet again..meet me soon..hurry up..'
The boy agreed..he felt relief...she had him at wassup.