She isn't everything; of course she's not.
I cannot breathe her hair (I know, I've tried);
Nor, though I find her lap a lovely spot,
Can I be totally, fully supplied
With all life's deep necessities with her.
But when you discount all I need to live
In physical good health, are you quite sure
She doesn't at the very least still give
A large percentage? And, though not sufficient
Isn't she still necessary? Yes.
Besides, I know at least she's the efficient
Cause of my joy, if not the final. Dress
It up however you might wish, I know
She's not the world, but I still love her so.
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