Love

And I look up to you, as you open the doors,
As you guide through the mist, as you close what is else.
And I follow your path, as you hold tight my wrist,
As you spread joy and tension, also everything else.

Reasonable, adequate and so stable,
Being adult is better than ever happened to be,
Losing grip, getting back, taking yours,
You are better than I could expect you might be.

So get it all, use it up, set us down,
Yours is this, and that, and everything else,
You're my man, also parent and child,
I am yours, both your mom and your heir.

This is it. Ain't no clues, Ain't to masks.
No way out. No disguise. Just no need.