I like my woman like I like my coffee:
Strong and bold,
Organic and natural.
But if flavorings are on the menu, 
Hmm hmm hmm,
I like that too.
I like waking up with coffee:
Warmth in my hands,
Sometimes steamy, always nourishing.
And when coffee isn’t around
I ache all day
As I await her return.

It’s possible,
Pig,
That you know
When Edgar visits
Pancakes and toast
Are off the menu.

It’s conceivable,
You miserable, vomitous mass,
That you know
Shaking brooms and
Golden eggs
Are rituals of love.

And that to the pain
Is the inevitable end.
But perhaps
We have the strength
To stand together
After all.

You were out of my league.
I was out of your league.
After decades of play
We’re in a league of our own.

And since 
You neither keep
Nor settle scores,
I know I won.

Knowing the secret to 
Enlightenment is detachment,
I joyfully condemn
All my future lives
To Buddhist hells
So I may cling to
This life of union
With you.

We are not destined to be together.
We are not lovers foretold in song.

No word of gods proclaim our union.
No golden chariots parade
Our perfect marriage across the heavens.

No promise of music ordains our kisses.
No cameras zoom to capture
Our love for iconic posters.

There is no guarantee this all works out;
No security proffered by future time.

All on offer is the prospect of work.
Of my commitment to bear the yoke.
Of your steady hand to guide the share.
As we till the ground with backbreaking labor
To plant love amongst the dirt of our lives
Until the day we die when they will say…

We were destined to be together.
Our love was foretold in song.

For the gods blessed our union
And placed our souls
Upon a shooting star.

So frenzied maestros, with our kisses as muse,
Could compose ballads
To bring hope to the world.

And of course it all worked out.
For no love was ever more certain than ours.