You push the limits of my sanity
With nothing more than your philosophy.

And then you dictate how things will be done
Following it all with a silky "please."

My will caves in with a "for God's sake, fine!"
And so thy will be done lest Hell shall come.

So I will give in with an inward smile
Because I know that I have got it good.

In this dark rough I know diamonds are rare,
But more often than not you pass for one.

(I hope you did not expect some sort of
cliche sentimentality here, love)

Again I smile as I think of you, pest
(With love of course, dear), and of your delight

In driving me nuts. But rest assured, dear,
That I can--and do!--drive you just the same.

~Dedicated to E.R.E.

06/20/2005

Posted on 06/21/2005
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