You were wrong to think
That your affection
Was to be tolerated
When it was a privilege
From the beginning

That your embrace
Had the ability to crumple
Her paper bones
When she was of
Bubble gum descent

That your laugh was
A summertime thunderstorm
When it is a gentle hum
That brings me comfort
Even on the darkest of days

That your smile was
A malevolent poker face
When it is a subtle reminder
That everyday I am with you
I hit the jackpot

And she was wrong
To scorn you for wanting
A love that was gentle
When she but was a rose
That was budding its thorns