When Mr. House met Miss Holmes,
he found himself in need of a woman’s touch,
while she became the lady of the house.

He wrote on the lines,
she, between them.
He was an open book,
she, factory-sealed.
He didn’t seal the deal with a kiss
but rather,
unsealed her
with his.

He was the man with the golden touch,
she, the woman with the silver tongue,
but it was because of her touch
that his tongue was loosened.