We should never underestimate the potential of our progeny,
With your brains and my looks,
With my ifs and your buts,
With your common sense and my brute force,
Our rabid intentions and failed discourse,
A last ditch attempt to reconcile it all,
With your consolation and my contentment
All of these things,
I meant all of those things,
I peppered my own fear with face,
And I willfully gave in
I gave into your will although it hurts me so