I'd like to think that I'm Plain Jane
but the crescendo in my genius is too abrupt
therefore to be deemed as such
I'd have to revert to degradation, something my conscience will not allow

I used to cache away my differences
in attempts to become a more mellow me
but the end result produced what was nowhere near me ..not at all

I'd like to think that love is as candy coated as flamboyant gay man's personality
but the pot holes in my heart have yet to be permanently patched
therefore to find it at picturesque..
I'd have to count my blessings and disregard my falls
and by all means those falls did cause worse scars than some ol nick or scratch from a childhood bike wreck

I dreamt of marriage as a child
playing games like MASH and house and letting my imagination run wilder than all get out
in present day my soul searching motivates me
knowing that he will eventually find me and there will be ni rushing or stalling because we'll be sure

so sure that the day our legacy is birthed
the contractions and downward movements of the seed will be just as sweet as the day that it were conceived
and thereafter shall follow two or three more

I want to experience and be a witness to motherhood...
in it's full extend
and exist jointly with a he who is equally yoked to me
is all that I seek

and with that said
I could never be Plain Jane
for my visions and aspirations are too in depth