I did things better. Much better. As you. But…I’m slow…

and takes me a while to get to the point. As when I retort to the rude

remark of a fool. Or…when I don’t realize something is not right. And in

spite of that, I carry on. Well, it’s all right. Slow or quick we all go to the

pit. As long as I’m able to feel the love of loved and dear ones. I’m fine

with that and everything possible else. I’m bound to make mistakes I

guess, for being a simple man. But that’s all right. As long as I’m able

to kiss your lips and feel the fire of yours from you. Your lips that cure

all my maladies and disappointments. As long as I’m able to hear your

laughter and voice, everything is all right.

Don’t need to be better as long as I’m yours and you mine.

EO