A love poem, for my love. Not set to a latin beat however:-) Difficult Love. You are so very difficult, my love, With your honesty and your honest doubts. Trapped, Between the need to know the truth, And the need to preserve my hungry ego I waver. What else can I answer but truth when you ask truth or lies? I would go mad, Maybe run round screaming with a cloud in my heart To choose lies, then wonder what they are. You are so very difficult, my love, With your rules and coins and compromises. Anxious, In my need to understand, And frustrated with misunderstandings over nothing. How can simplicity be so complicated so simply? I do go mad, Sometimes enough to scream, not yet with a cloud in my heart Misunderstanding about understanding. You are so very difficult my love, With your fear of the ordinary and an ordinary life. Worried, That you might not want me, And might not want my wanting you. I ask for truths I know I fear to learn. Then I am mad, Enough to run round screaming as the clouds lift from my heart. An oddity not out of the ordinary. My love, you are so very difficult, And yet the sun shines brighter with your honest smile, And understanding brings out the simplicity of it all. Learning the truth from your touch It is not so very difficult to in the end to see That you are home and joy and hope and love and all for me.