The only gift I ever wanted came to me,
\nThe only thing I\u2019ve ever wanted, since I was three
\nWhen all I ever wanted was to be
\nHappily married
\nTo, exactly, only and both: Brad and Dee<\/p>\n
Forever happened forever and it never came to me
\nForever happened for far too long, and I failed to see
\nWhy forever happened differently for all others and for me
\nWhy forever never happened like I wanted it to be<\/p>\n
Fourfuxs\u00e4k, it isn\u2019t fair at all
\nI\u2019m twice as nice, at least, as Sally Know-It-All
\nAnd nearly, almost as pretty as that girl you knew before
\nBesides, you said I was the most beautiful – and even more
\nYou said I was the smartest and the easiest to talk to
\nYou said I was the most amazing girl you ever knew
\nYou SAID you\u2019d be here TOMORROW – and, didn\u2019t you ever learn?
\nFinders-Keepers and Indian Givers never found a thing they\u2019d earn<\/p>\n
It\u2019s fine.
\nIt\u2019s all just fine-and-dandy, now.
\nAnd you can keep on chewing cud with that heifer you call a cow
\n(And I don\u2019t mean that girl you\u2019re sleeping with these days
\nI haven\u2019t anything against her; and you\u2019re just living in a haze
\nDeceit is worst, you know, when you turn it on yourself
\nBut that\u2019s for me to know and you to find in some book upon your shelf)<\/p>\n
It\u2019s FINE, I said, because, you know that guy across the way?
\nNo, not that way; the other way – I met him twice the other day
\nAnd twice again the next morning, twice in the afternoon
\n\u2018Cause he kept on showing up with the clockwork of the moon
\nEverything HE did, he said to me he\u2019d do
\nAnd there he was, sure-as-shock and true as true is true<\/p>\n
It\u2019s fine; he\u2019s fine; we\u2019re fine; I\u2019m fine
\nAnd all is right-as-rain
\nI\u2019ll catch up with you another time
\nI\u2019m seeing him again<\/p>\n
And every time I see him, it\u2019s his mind I treasure more
\nFor that, alone, is all I wished to even up the score
\nSomehow, he\u2019s just the type of guy to open up my door
\n(A bit my dad would be proud of, it\u2019s his favorite romantic lore)<\/p>\n
And, though I never wanted for gifts of pretty rings
\nHe hunts in every shop we pass for jewelry and things
\nHe tells me: What he wants for me is that I\u2019ll always know
\nHis heart is mine forever (this he says with eyes aglow)
\nAnd never must I worry that his mind is true, as well
\nFor, he says, I\u2019m astounding and without me, he\u2019s in hell<\/p>\n
Isn\u2019t it the strangest thing, to find one\u2019s counterpart?
\nI\u2019d be scared – except, with him, I can\u2019t but spill my heart
\nAnd every word I speak to him, and every word I write
\nIs naught but merriment to him, perfection and delight<\/p>\n
It started with the smallest thing: We each said what we felt
\nAnd all protections fell away while hearts and minds together melt.<\/p>\n
So, if you don\u2019t believe in love, don\u2019t believe my words are true
\nI dare you to risk all you are and see if it works for you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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