In Their Conversation

It is if she had wrote the narrative to my life. A foolish man she made me: me thinking that I could exist until then< the day we meet and have the right words to put our future into perspective. "Might the nights of Lovers make me her's". Than might the need of my selfishness makest me her's" What a fool I've been! Each idea a failure, I ajusted to her needs in full compliance to have been meet with her resistance and stubborn meaniest. She beleived she was mannish and womanish to the conveesity of right: I found her wrong and those who desired a measure of revenge might seek her company to spawn. A disbelief in fairness and a concern for troubling a catalyst for value, aruthless of competitive behavior. a concern for cultural readiness. Samples of a world against the desire to marry.Love feeds my hunger might I thirst to have the waters of your need for me satisfy my dry mouth. She spoke of her want to learn music, as a Lady she wished to began piano lessons, a concerted jesture. Thus she'd had only time if the oppurtunity allowed and finacing from her Mister was allowed. That made right for conversation, she'd ask him for the money to begann her lessons. He cited her expression as tenure and want: maybe a need to fit-in. Maybe an urgency oror a collective restored mention, might allow a thought of music. A tune or two. Might you find in your busy world to love me!She wanted the music more than she beleived and thus months later she was both musicailly trained and pregant.Have I loved thee? He would ask her: have we then been perfections of our happiness.