and expecting me to recede into the background.
May I never find the courage to let her down,
or see a day begin without her excitation.
She is never my equal, and always my better,
and departing always cuts off the heart valves
much too tight to ever leave her early:
I have seen her smile, and that is the beauty of the world.
She declines my subtle preparations for her birthday,
and separates her feelings from her mind so easily.
May I ask to manufacture a perfect destiny,
or touch the majesty of her love.