there's almost always
an ambiguity
between what my words mean
and what my mind intends them to mean.
like, with loving intention, i tell her
i can't praise you enough
she smells a ploy in praise and enough.
she interprets them as
she hasn't done enough to deserve my praise.
then, when i tell her
with age you're maturing in beauty
she takes them to mean
i'm digging at her age
and her beauty is in doubt.
last, but not the least
when i compliment her thus
you've made my life full
she retorts
no more fooling.