My Whole Life

She labours hard all day. I work all afternoon. We try to meet halfway Between the sun and moon. She feeds me love's buffet A feast ending too soon. I feel I'm misty spray And She's this years monsoon But as a selfish man I hope that I go first For I'm not sure I can Live with sorrow's cloudburst I'm a spoon, She's the knife. My typhoon, My whole life