I have told her that our lives were perfect 

                         despite my work and desire 

                                       to travel the world

she can not see my problems as being hers

                               and I am married alone

I carry this burden which is not a person 

                          or creature or obligation 

                                     I carry an idea of

            completeness that drains my soul

                             

                            locking me in shadows

                                    blocking my light

I see her 

in the night

the pain of rejection

I saw her falling for her oppressor

being merciful to someone that is external

and projecting her goodness on this monster

         now her monster and herself are reflection in the glass

                 such a thin glass made for break but she is unable

                                                    She is waiting for a miracle

I see her 

as bright as day

all of her motivation 

which can get things done and be happy

about it the child smile and close attention

She is part of spring when let things grow

She is capable of wonderful garden full of roses

             and the smell and safe feeling of standing around

surround by smiles respected

   admiring moments of peace

                                                                   my love is mine

                                                                    and I can share

I love her with the bottom of my heart

     but she seems an impossible dream

                         

                        she does not let me fly 

                         she allows me to sing

How could I say now, honey, I can't stay with you if I can't go

well, hadn't I just said?