They are that perfect pair, Fitting together as if they were one.
Each hole marks a magical moment in time, Every stain showing the survival of each battle won.
That soft pillow that you lay your head on each night, Such a melody with each stride without fright.
An impeccable boost for my soul, Making my body feel whole.
We walk with pride with my head held high, Never leaving each other behind.
Number Seven is their design, With them I truly feel Devine