Two

It might be just the two of us. So what?
Cannot we two alone do well enough
That we need no one else? We have a glut
Of company so often that it's tough
I will admit, to think how we alone
Might manage, but somehow we will get by.
There is no reason we should cry and moan
About each other's company, so why
Would either of us doubt that we, together
Without the interference of the rest
Can have our fun, and without trouble weather
Our joint abandonedness? If you're distressed,
I'll help, and if I am, I'm sure you will
So all is well; and all will be so still.