"I'm fine with whatever you decide"

yeah, I say, by way of reply:

"I'm fine with you"
but on and on about perfunctory,
dinner, New Years Eve, schedules,
she goes, ain't reading me right

so I says,
"I'm finer with you"

she say "happy bout that"
yet still missing the mood,

so I wants the last word,
cause I got that "urge",
so I says,
"I'm finest with you,
but in the bath with
cell and tablet,
takes two
to replace you,
come home soon,
be my fine, be my edge,
be my
swell"

so that allows, aloes me back
to the place
where love poems are born,
for I know, and now
you do too,
my water just broke,
and this baby was just delivered to you....