For years now, I have loved her Somewhat imperfectly; We live and share a space, but have Our times of sparsity, When there is not that much to give, And even less to make: We do go on together, though, To overtake The problems that attend our lives Are such as all may see: The limitations of our hearts, Our time, our energy -- Yet somehow, we will put aside Accretion, rust, and fake, To undertake, again, the work To overtake
