Reflecting on the imperfections
I never dreamed, when ripe with
Pregnancy now mine to bare

Slights and inconsistencies
Attentions more to this or that
Instead of on you, for you

Fantasy of being the one
Who remains conscious and
Never left nor right of the true

Forgive me, and know
Duties held the struggle of
Standards I could not meet

Others assigning desires
Which lacked love’s intentions
A confused responsibility

Yet steadfast and firm always
In quality and duration
The love I feel for three