My Whole Life
She labours hard all day.
I work all afternoon.
We try to meet halfway
Between the sun and moon.
She feeds me love's buffet
A feast ending too soon.
I feel I'm misty spray
And She's this years monsoon
But as a selfish man
I hope that I go first
For I'm not sure I can
Live with sorrow's cloudburst
I'm a spoon, She's the knife.
My typhoon, My whole life
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