My cluelessness has reached its peak…
Yet what do I seek?
My anguish to stop?
My joyful malaise to go on?
My wife’s eyes to shine once again?
How do I stop the pain I caused?
Control? That I never had to lose?
Its November, what happened to August?
My wife in my lap, stroking my long hair, baby you need a haircut, she says…and…
You’ve let go and I couldn’t love you more…
Will I ever to be able to say I’m sorry enough?
That’s up to you she says, but I sure do like the way it sounds now that you’re not so tough. 😊
Control? Not when Love rules your heart.