1 + 1 = 2

She sat to number one, forgetting to flush it away.

I noticed it when I sat to number one, happier

That even our number ones will be ensemble all the way;

Together through the pipes and any other fancier

Or not passage. I, a man, also sit to number one,

As it is more comfortable and tidier, clearly.

In case you are looking for one, there is no preplanned pun;

Our love has been growing since 1984, yearly.

Unlike plants, which we love dearly, that grow with the Sun's light,

Our love continued to develop after we parted

A year later, nourished by our unconsciouses' hindsight,

As it was not the time for our love to take flight, hearted.

Close to four decades later, we are together again;

Older and wiser, with all our love in complete free reign.