I know exactly what I'm doing here;
There's no illusion blearing up my eyes.
I know the course that I intend to steer,
And though I'm not immune to a surprise,
I have some confidence in what I'm doing,
Nor any hesitation in the deed.
No false delusion clings to me, imbuing
My every action with a little seed
Of dubiosity. No, I'm aware
Of all her flaws, and all that could go wrong,
And while it isn't that I do not care,
I have accepted them where they belong
And love her all the same. What else can matter?
All other topics are but idle chatter.
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