It's nice to imagine
That I could fit into your world
As your "wife"
But how can I compare
To the women of your past
Or even dream of fulfilling your wishes
I'm not even close to being a domestic goddess
I can't cook... don't even like to
And although I can keep a clean house
I can by no means decorate
I can't tend a garden... neither of my thumbs are green
I'm not your classic beauty... no make up or pearls
Just a mass of untamed hair and overworn jeans
I can't match your maturity, your intellingence, your morals...
And I'm definitely no match for your hypnotizing eyes
And although our age difference is of no account to me
In the eyes of society
It would be seen very differently
My 3 children compared to your 1
Would put responsibilities on your shoulders
That I wouldn't want to weigh you down
My minivan and your Harley would look strange
Parked side by side in the drive
And our Charlies would never get along
Okay... maybe all these reasons
Are just excuses that I've created
To avoid admitting the biggest reason
Why we could never work...
Despite the fact that we once agreed
That this would be an affair based on needs...
The need for companionship, for sex, for stability
Instead of based on love
The more I get to know you
The less I need... and the more I want
And maybe, just maybe
Something else... something more than I planned
And something you said you never wanted again
I would never ask you to change your mind... your heart
I don't have the balls or the audacity
To make such a request
But it sure is nice to imagine
That I could
 
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