Maybe I hadn’t made it clear enough,

And painted the picture a bit too bright:

Reality can give an awful fright,

Reducing strong resolve when it gets rough.

I know that in our hearts we both are tough

As nails and sharp as tacks, ready to fight

Gigantic problems, reaching for the Light,

Even though we feel as weak as lint fluff.

Perhaps together joined as man and wife

Little problems of pettiness will fade;

Ev’rything that’s positive in this life

Abounds in you, so let’s share/do a trade:

Spiritual knowledge for energy

Enough to enlighten both you and me.