An invitation to your embrace,
your warm heart, and kind face.
I'll stow my affection, in an attempt
to give you the right impression.
The expression of marriage's unwavering blow,
must be a hard hit to take.
There's no apology to give,
as there's no brain in your head.
No rattle to shake your empty mind,
with its, vast capacity to fill.
Yet, too naive to understand devotion,
or the meaning of eternity.
I can't calm your endless storm, or stand to listen.
You cry about your brokenness,
another creature, I can not fix.
Then blame me for existing-
muddled a million miles from you.
