an orchestrated pairing up of friends of friends one bearing up, the other sober for a change laying low and acting strange she wiggles by to catch an eye he gets her name wrong, says goodbye and soon love will thrive
there follows all the ups and downs their laughters, tears, and smiles and frowns of love and its attendant woes just as every romance goes perhaps we bore a little more mortality jumps to the fore but we all survive
somewhere unseen and deep inside the lucky sperm and egg collide the zygote's little cells divide the morula goes for a ride this tiny tryst makes blastocyst and soon the mind and heart exist and soon you arrive
without us, the world will still turn and the sun still will burn the faithful moon will wax and wane and still it will rain but who needs a world to impress when there's love to confess? and so begins our dynasty a new family tree
and plenty of people will try and tell you where we came from. but we can only ever know what we can see. so tonight, look up to the sky. there's at least a hundred billion galaxies with a hundred billion stars and every single one could be a sun just like ours. you see, we're all just links in a chain and all life is finite. so use your time wisely, look after your teeth, and try not to hurt anyone. and remember: we invented love. and that's the greatest story ever told.