I have my preferences and you have yours
And somewhere in between is what we do;
Therefore I fear that each of us just stores
Up disagreements in between us two.
I try to realize we aren't the same
And not obsess on where we disagree
Nor seem to indicate I think my claim
To mutual decisions ought to be
Greater than yours. I know we should be equal
And I prefer it so, the way we are;
But still I struggle with that logic's sequel:
That we must compromise. And yet so far
Nothing we've come to by that process seems
To have been tamer than my wildest dreams.
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