She is a fantastic demotivator,
Hungry she leaves me,
Ever so often.
Always she taunts me,
Now in life, I lack a motivator.
I tell her all, looking for approval,
She tells me only of the impossibility.

You fit like a glove,
Like you were made for me -
This is my confession,
I put in no work;
You have always just fit
Like my missing puzzle piece,
You have always been the answer,
You were tailor-made for me

Or did you make work not a chore?
Have you taken my biggest demotivator
And turned it into an honor -
Have you turned it into a source of safety
To communicate,
And have you slowly convinced me
You don't need to be perfect
And we don't need to fit
Every second of every day
To be worth it

Maybe, at the end of the day, we've worked,
As people say they do -
But I swear, not a second with you
Has ever felt like a chore;
It has always been a growing, a journey,
A safe progression -
It has always been something I wanted to do,
And something I wanted to do with you

My confession
Is I'd never call it work what we do,
Because work is unwanted,
Uncomfortable,
And everything we do is safety,
Sacred