Men marry women with the hope they will never change. Women marry men with the hope they will change. Invaribly they are both disappointed. -Einstein

I wanted so much to be perfect
to be respected
to be loved
to be admired

I wanted you to be beautiful
to be engaging
to be loving
to be fun

I went searching for what I wanted.

You found me while I was falling.

You are fun
you are loving
you are engaging
you are beautiful

You admired me
you loved me
you respected me
you said I was perfect for you.

But I didn't see this until I stopped looking at me.

And then I saw you.

Historian: A broad-gauge gossip. - Ambrose Bierce

Wow. Ok. This one has to be a sonnet. Check out details here. We'll start with an English sonnet.

Ode to History

Oh, history, you are to me a blight.
I've anguished many hours to learn your lore.
For teachers would not let me leave despite
My stomach's churning from your dreadful bore.
Oh, history, I've come to know you well.
You follow me with lessons long and dull.
And sometimes hidden in your sleepy hell
I nod and doze when I'm supposed to mull
Oh, history, I fell that I might die.
If I do not escape your heavy text.
So hatefully do I endure and sigh
While waiting for the bell to bring sweet next.
But if I learn not from your storied vaults
Then doomed am I to oft repeat your faults.
JLN2008