Every day I look at you
And wonder how we came to be bound,
Since I walked into your life all those years ago.
Every day I ask myself
Why it is here that I am found,
How it came to pass I seem to be married to my boss.
I should note that I am not married, let alone to my boss. However, of most people in my homeland’s waking hours, they will likely spend far more with their boss than their significant other, which seems odd, when phrased like that.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic