I am no angel

            I have pain of my own.

Shackles of truth;

            seek to bind me forever.

To the private heaven and hell

            We lived.

But still, forever my muse.

I stated this fact once before

            But, I’ve come to realize

Love is my muse

            And since we had none

(a thought I abhor)

            Becomes the reality I explore.

Innocence is irreplaceable

            By anything but time

And hours spent together

            Are combined

Into a life invested in each other

            That expands to lives of others

So, here we are at another threshold

            Of wonderment and awe

Can we really make it happen

            In spite of it all?

Another year older,

            Still more challenges to face

If only you weren’t a causation

            Or so, as my mind would embrace

But, I want to live in a place

            That is clean and eat

Good meals and drive

            A car that is reliable

And have a place to go

            Where my talents are appreciated.

I want to have work that is sufficient

            And dreams that are attainable.

I want to be level headed in matters of finance

            And enjoy excessive love-making.

I do not want to worry about children

Nor do I care about your ex-wives;

            They have gotten on

I want to do so, too.

If you can promise all of these things,

            I just might be able to love you.

I am no angel, as you can see.

            My demands are that you

Consider only me. 

Children should not be our salvation

            We should be theirs.

So, until you have resolved some certain conflagrations,

            Our love remains

                        …in airs.

© jmg10/29/10