Well I don’t know what the fuck you want! If you don’t want that than I’ll just stop doing anything.
You are enough. I will not go and have bastards when I am with my wife. The wife I love despite my frustrations.
Oh yes us crazy women! We are so demanding! Wanting nonsense like romance in our lives!
Have you ever wondered what those balled up parchments were? Half started poems. Your beauty is like the sun, blinding and irritating the longer you stare for she is as unattainable as the sun….that’s the farthest I’ve got so far and the rest are far worse. Some turned into an ungodly mess of a love letter thatdrolled on and on.
None of them are good enough. I may have been trained and taught many things while growing up but writing poetry is not one of them.
Goldnwulf 