And I, not knowing what to do
Considered love and considered you
And without a doubt turned me around
To take a second look and found
We, both faithful and untrue
For so is the thorny path of two.
Yet your embrace does pull me still
Against the current if my strong will
And hold me fast against the tide
As if I were your blushing bride
In charm you are superior
My fallacious poise inferior.
Who leads who, for all are untrue
Even a miserable, nagging shrew
Even the docile husband she feeds
Even the hundred children they breed
Even a priest must confess his sins
Even the mayor of the town you're in.
When it comes to the heart, historically fickle
Its wanderings get us into a pickle
Or stews us into a terrible jam
Led to the slaughter like a mint-jelly lamb
All to blame on the wandering eye
Where senior discount doesn't apply.
But I, seeing my hopeless state
Agreed with destiny's obstinate fate
That Aphrodite brought you back to me
Where I hid among the camouflage sea
And while we aren't entirely wise
Immaturity was our dark demise.
Happy now, I am glad to say
Age has called us back to stay
The thorny path we tread for love
Now fits us like a welcome glove
Cry no more for the rocky climb
Which disappeared in the march of time.
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