I won't mind when I become an old fool. But
I absolutely know I'll refuse
to dodder! Not me, woman! I'll use
whatever I have, to avoid what

is intolerable, and keep my
whatever's -all of them- in working
order! There, I've named it: The lurking
fear that begs the question. You know why

I am the way I am; I've explained
-and your surmise is potent, wise, too-
I won't try to put something past you...
Nor will I lie. That too gets refrained

and loud "I won't; I simply won't," dear.
I said, I love you...! You, "I'm in here..."

D.E. Jackson (c) 2007