If I went to my knees before him
Promising to obey his every command.
Or wrote this beautiful prose
But nothing went as planned.
If suddenly the wind rose up
To take everything away
I woke up in a frightful mood
And wanted to run away.
If everything grew to a tornado
He spent a week cleaning it all
Then I sat and cried over what I had done
With my head up against a wall.
If I’m the lady of the house
During the day
Then the subservient love of his life
That wants to come out and play.
Everything he wants in me
A few surprises now and then
He doesn’t ask me why or how
He just wants to know when.
All of him wanting to stay
None wanting to flee
I never for a moment worry
If he still loves me.